Now I Know What's Inside You, I Know I Don't Want You, I Know I Don't Want You, I Know I Don't Want You
two five four
waiting by the phone,
falling asleep in the chair
while he never calls.
I asked you to come.
You said no.
You gave no explanations, save that you thought it was too soon.
"We've only been dating a few months."
"I can't be your date to the wedding."
I ask you if you'll change your mind--if you may, if you might.
"We'll talk about it then."
But we won't.
The subject will never be broached again, I can tell you that much.
I'm too fragile to dare rock this boat.
I pretended it wasn't a big deal.
I pretended you were right.
I don't care if your reasons are valid or that they ring of somebody who's in this for the long haul.
I don't want to be alone.
Not in front of them.
I am human and I want to be loved.
And I want you to come.
That should be all that it takes.