Usually this is the time I call you to see if you have any plans,
crossing my fingers to see you tonight.
But last week, for the third time since I met you,
I decided to leave you.
Since that I got asked on a date,
I got good morning messages,
I got good night messages,
I got coffee at my door on the coldest night.
None from you.
and still I'd rather look at you smiling,
I'd rather look at the way your hands move,
I'd rather stay in silence sitting next to you.
So tonight, instead of calling you
I find myself making plans with someone else
to get you out of my head.