Maybe if I had just loved you the first time
You would have forgotten about him
And we’d be together all the time now.
I wasn’t ready to feel anything then
I still had my own world to carry
And you really only fit in it now and again.
So, here, with things reversed, I hate to think
How many times you were wanting me to call,
Or come over, or say things like,
“You’re the only one who can make me happy.”
You’re the only one who can make me happy.
A little late, I guess, I should have counted on
Time to treat us poorly. It works that way
So no one is ever wholly happy,
So everyone is always wanting
Something they could have had before.