It was a half past twelve when I saw you on the steps outside your house
I looked straight down, you saw me, said hello, I stuttered twice and caught myself
I looked straight down, you saw me, said hello, I stuttered twice and caught myself
I know that you don't feel the same way
But sometimes I tell myself you think of me
And all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do
Is bringing me back to you (It's how I do)
I wish you knew, every little thing that you do
Is pulling me back to you
When I said goodbye I won her over
But I didn't get her number, 0 for 1nce I wish I had the confidence to tell you…
I know that it's over, I'm too late
But sometimes I dream that you'll come back to me
I'm not the type to meet you Friday night and ask you to stay
It's far more likely for me to wait three years…
I'm just too late…to say…I like the way…
That all I lose, and every stupid thing that I do
Is bringing me back to you
I wish you knew, every little thing that you do
Is pulling me back to you
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