our deal was that we'd wait a minute
see what we could make of it
my hair was in my eyes
and your ears were shut tight
we listened to what we felt
not knowing what would be dealt
I slowly let myself go
continually saying that I was, you know, "going with the flow"
it started with the single excuse of wanting to ask questions
but we both knew your intentions
you let me go
pretending I'd have no woe
so then I opened up tightly
and let you in politely
but you refused
and so you took your things and left me singing the blues