in the crisp air its 11:30 of an evening and i sit here at a bus stop. i'm contemplating what i am going to do with you. so what am i going to do with you? Tell me what am i going to do with you.
I'm tired hungry and little bit cold and I have been thinking about you. If i don't make a play- the right play -soon, i'll forever be the one that got away from you. i don't want to be the one that got away from you.
