It would have been nice to warn me
A little forewarning perhaps
I guess you left your nametag at home, trouble
I guess the memo got lost in the mail
My footsteps always seem to stop on heartbreak, and
My eyes always seem to read reflections much deeper, lucky me.
When you first looked into my eyes
And threw me that wry smile of yours
You should have told me
\"These eyes will never look into yours the way you want\"
It is a little too late now.
It would have been nice to alert me
A little presentiment perhaps
I guess the notice fell off the bulletin board, imposter
I guess the alarm failed to ring
My footsteps always seem to stop on heartbreak, and
My ears always seem to hear just want they want, naive me.
When you first invited me over
And made it sound so goddamn alluring
You should have told me
\"Although my words seem sincere, they are empty and only get me what I want.\"
It is a little too late now.
It would have been nice to interrupt me
A little cautionary advice perhaps
I guess you wiped the warning off, noncommitment
I guess you forgot to press send
My footsteps always seem to stop on heartbreak, and
My mind always seems to turn simulation affection into romance, stupid me.
When you first touched my skin
And whispered poetry in my ear
You should have told me
"This means nothing to me, its just for fun."
I guess its a little f*%king late now.
