I could play it over a thousand times
and still, nothing would become of it
because you are you
and I am me
nothing more than late night flirting to tie us.

So why, when I think of the sweet words
and the promises of the time we'll spend
arms and legs tangled
my head resting on your shoulder
do I become faint-hearted?

A message that was not meant for me
had been delivered anyway
and now I hear nothing but guilty silence
coming from where I once heard
booming cries of "I want you."