You ask me to dance, but you're a couple drinks too early
You shoot me a glance, but I can't tell whether you're flirting
I remember what you wore, what you drank and how it tastes
But I can't remember why on earth I let those chances go to waste
Listen to the usual music, sitting with the usual crowd
They're both a little bit too annoying and a little bit too loud
But all the monotony that keeps me nauseated
Holy shit, if I can see your smile one more time, then I can take it
Backlit by the moonlight with a golden aura from a distant streetlight
I could stare at you 'til sunrise
Hoping that you'd never look back up and realize
Just how many times can I pretend that it's not hurting?
The pain I feel is something real; a constant state of yearning
They say that hindsight's 20-20
And that human connection's rudimentary
But my vision has gotten blurry from the 11th vodka raspberry
Listen to the usual bullshit, coming from the usual boys
They're getting on my nerves now as they slowly fade to white noise
And though all this cacophony and screeching makes my ears ring
Holy shit, it's worth it if for one moment
I can hold onto this feeling
It's sad how nice the past is
Tainted by these vile, rose-tainted glasses
And yet each year that passes
Makes me wonder just what lay within those chances
I know it's far too late to live in what-ifs
And that there's no more hidden problems to fix
But I still can't help but think of that time
With a creeping resignation, and sigh
Tell me I was dreaming
And that there never was a sign
Help me stop this screaming
Saying that we could've intertwined