Nervous.
I thought this would feel different, better.
like the relief I got from that WELL-DESERVED acceptance letter
The one that I definently earned.
And technically, it wasnt my fault they ended up, well, urned.
The letter that told me it was finally MY chance.
Thats why I couldn’t have kept holding on to your glance.
Obviously, it wasn’t my time, right?
That was not the day, that night was not the night.
I dont know how managed to get away.
With your inviting hollowed eyes, telling me to stay.
Was this all a misunderstanding?
Am I already there? did I already make the landing?
I can't stop thinking about the way your hand reached for me.
"NO!" It's not something I will be able to unsee.
You were so tall, your demeanor was so dark.
I never thought I'd see you somewhere so simple as a park.
Was everything that happened all part of the plan?
Are you the one who sent the one who shot me? that man.
I have been inside my head, nervous since I saw you.
I dont think I have the strength to carry on, or a reason to go to.
There wasn’t supposed to be away out, but of course I defy.
That night was it, my days 'final goodbye'.
Did you know that I would steal another second chance?
I guess it doesnt matter, since you're here asking, 'Shall we dance?'