I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply.
I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can’t say “Hello” to you
And risk another goodbye.
And I just wanna tell you,
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know that every time I don’t
I almost do, I almost do.
We made quite a mess, babe.
It’s probably better off this way.
And I confess, in my dreams you’re touching my face
And asking me if I wanna try again with you.
And I almost do.