She sits by the window,
Staring at the world
Through her rose colored glasses,
Singing those same old
Bittersweet lines by Edwin McCain.
The ones that
Always seem to make her start crying,
As he seems to walk by
Without a second glace.
"I'll be your crying shoulder...
I'll be the greatest fan of your life..."
That's the only thing
She's ever proven to be,
And yet,
That's all she's ever
Truly asked to have.
He waves from the front porch,
and she sees a lifetime pass them by,
with hidden meanings and cryptic words
he's never really figured out before.
She watches from her window
as the day gives way to night,
dreaming of what it would be
to simply say those three little words
she's always carrying around.
It's a minute to twelve,
and she's just fading to Neverland,
when the faint sound of 'tap-tap' echoes from her window.
She knows who it is,
and for a moment she considers not answering,
but the persistent beat
draws her attention
as she climbs from bed
and creeps down the stairs
just to stand outside
and have her heart break again
as he debated his next forelorn lover.
She expects him to attack her delayed reaction,
instead he pulls her down onto the step.
She's expecting him to gush about his latest conquest,
instead he remains silent.
Silence,
is scares her more than anything.
She asks him what's wrong,
he simply replies, "I think I'm in love."
She's breaking apart, but won't dare show him,
but he then takes her hand in his and turns it over.
"...I've been here before a few times
And I'm quite aware we're dying
And your hands they shake with goodbyes
And I'll take you back if you'd have me..."
he repeats those words he's played so many times before
but never did they mean anything before.
It seems he too has his cryptic words
that have never made sense before.
So now, sitting on the porch where it all began,
hand in hand
and heart to heart
she takes the first step,
first kiss,
first love,
and takes him up on those simple words.
