I tell myself to stop looking for him.
He won't come. He won't come
But there's not much else to do when
I've reread my notes already again.
Besides, the song that fills my ears and head
begs me over and over "don't stop."
Even though my brain has thrown in the towel
my heart still drums a hopeful beat.
Stop churning, my stomach-
butterflies, be still!
He won't come. He won't come.
He won't come- yet.