I know you, I have dreamt of your whim
The promises you make for someone like him
Or her
She will teach me la vie en rose
He will gift me memories, too many untold
I cling too long and hard for days
And weeks upon months to years gone away

I know you, I remember your type
You broke my bed and made me mine
You were stabbed in the back once or twice
But now you breathe fine in a world on decline
I reach for him, “dear will you be mine”
Or dare I say I have crossed the line

I knew you, I am bored with this dance
You step too soon and squeeze my hands
The people in the room gasp and glance
“She’s not happy, she must be entranced”
I wish to be free to collect in advance
But nothing is free in a life of romance