I nearly asked you on a Tuesday. Nothing grand, a little time. Somewhere halfway through the sentence, I was reading every sign. I know exactly how I'd laugh And say, "It's fine, I understand." Funny how I know the ending To a talk we haven't had. I want it to happen. I hope that it doesn't. I want to get closer. I don't want another Polite little ending Where I play it cool. And you haven't done a thing. It's what I always do. All the near-misses add up, Though I know nobody meant them. I can meet someone completely new And bring the others with me. It's embarrassing, a little, How I call that being smart. I've been wearing out the welcome Of a chance before it starts. I want it to happen. I hope that it doesn't. I want to get closer. I don't want another Polite little ending Where I play it cool. And you haven't done a thing. It's what I always do. If I ask, and it's a no, At least you'll get to choose. I keep saying I'm protecting me. I'm just deciding it for you. (I want it to happen...) (I hope that it doesn't...) (I want it to happen...) Nobody said no tonight. I still took the long way home.
