here you are,
taking us back to the evening
where we lay down on the bonet of your car
me star gazing into the sky
you star gazing into my eyes
and i completely sympathise
with everything you've been through.
why are you here taking us back
again and again?
are you smitten and
allowing it all to again begin?
it was six months ago,
has the trauma abated this quick?
we could be friends,
i can spell it out for you,
good friends
if you need something more true.
and now you are here,
asking me out for a dance.
i want to, really want to,
but i'm unsure whether i can,
not with everything i anticipate you are feeling:
i am not the girl of your dreams,
i am not standing here playing,
i don't want your money,
i don't want anything.
i just . . .
i don't want to hurt you, sweetie.
you've been hurt enough,
don't go down this road again!
