Maybe it’s the way you held your head when you speak.
Or the way your voice sounded like you’ve never had a nervous day.
But maybe it’s the way I know you could see the stars at daytime
And the sky when it’s not as blue as it is.

The syllables of your name stretched like the British Empire.
Everybody else missed it at first
But I caught it the moment you pronounced the first letter.
I couldn’t get it out of my head.
I kept repeating it and it melted like honey on my tongue.

You spared me a glance,
that day when I was walking downtown.
Both of us didn’t know what to do
So we left ourselves hanging, in space and in time.

But you don’t even know my name
You don’t even know my name…yet
You still don’t know how I know that you will be
Somehow, this tragic love story waiting to happen

Because trust me when I say this
There hasn’t been any that ended well
There hasn’t been any that stuck for good.
I know you’ll tear my heart

And I’ll write you petty poems
I’ll find the perfect songs
And I’ll sing about you
Even when I know you’ll be
Another tragic love story waiting to happen.