Today I thought I looked pretty
It must have been a trick of the light
I can't fall asleep in this city
I wish that you'd come stay the night.
Last week I talked to you for hours
Then saw that your eyes were glazed
I sat in a field full of flowers
And I pretended that I wasn't fazed.
Yesterday I thought you might care for me
After that slight smile in the hall
I know that I fall far too easily
And that smile meant nothing at all.
Tomorrow I guess I'll feel guilty
For even just thinking of you
But if you ever called me pretty
I think that I'd feel it was true.
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