22 Short Stories
(Samson/Warren)
Never Together, But Close Sometimes
Making Love in our minds
We'd be together, But it just can't be
'Cause he loves you and she loves me
Out with the crowd on a friday night
Our eyes and hearts touch, But it ain't right
I've got something I just can't hide
But doing this dance is suicide
I don't know what I'm missing
But I don't know what I have
And I'm sick and tired of handling
This rubber glove romance
Taking my chances, Though they're slim
I'd take them all, If not for him
And you'll never notice what I really mean
I'm convinced this is all a wet Midsummer Night's Dream
I don't know what I'm missing
But I don't know what I have
And I'm sick and tired of handling
This rubber glove romance
I don't know what I'm saying
I don't know what I've said
And it's killing me that I regret this life...
This life I never led
You shoulda shoulda should've seen the look on your face
You shoulda shoulda should've seen the look on your face
You shoulda shoulda should've seen the look on your face
You shoulda shoulda should've seen the look on your face
Let me start over
Walk away
