Every time I close my eyes
I can see you sitting there on the curb.
I can still see the disapo=pointment, the hurt in your eyes.
I never thought that you would take my words seriously,
and I couldn't go back to you and explain.
Maybe we actually had a chance,
I could tell what was on your mind,
but then I spoke those words right before the rain came down
and I had to leave.
You weren't supposed to take my words seriously,
you were supposed to get that I was joking.
Now it may be to late to mend it.
I can't steal back that moment with your arm around me,
our heads close.
Before I pushed you away with those words.

That weren't serious.