I saw you Sunday morning.
You were dressed in white.
You blended with the rest in color.
But you also stood out so bright
I sat right in front of you.
Not by choice.
And I saw you look in my direction.
I was in the corner of your eye.
I knew you were uncomfortable.
I do know you pretty well.
We dated for a year, you know
And we had so much fun
But I left and soon after said we're done
I regret it so much now you see
I honestly wish none of this could be
Can we go back to that time
When you were all mine?