the catch

I wanted late night phone calls I wanted trips to the city I wanted dinner dates I wanted someone pretty I wanted a man I wanted the truth I wanted good taste I wanted a goof I wanted ambition I wanted so much and once it was in front of me I was delighted but here's the catch- I couldn't be with him it would have been a consequential sin so I shut my mouth and I clenched my fists I turned my head and kept saying "I never wanted this" and I believed it for a second until I saw him slipping away and I had nothing at all what I wanted was you and when you came my way I turned my head because of "someday"

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