when we talked, i kept listening
for something i never heard
i almost hope you didn't know
i was clinging to each word
was there something more you didn't say
that i should understand,
or did you say all you wanted
have you already shown your hand?

winning might be losing
a risk i wouldn't take
a bit of friendly conversation
does not a romance make
i think i need to stop my hope
let go the breath i'm holding
accept that there is nothing new
no drama here unfolding

for all i know, you'll never know
that this is meant for you
and anyway, i read you wrong
so you're entitled, too



february 2002


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