Best lover I never had
The sweetest lips I never tasted
I don’t consider it any of it wasted
The parts of me she awakened
There’s a little part that will never stop waiting for
Never had the chance to see if this love existed
Never had the chance for things to get ugly and twisted
Held onto the fantasy of what could’ve been
Wearing her around like a second skin
The night was holding its breath
Waiting to hear what she or I might confess
Never had the chance
Parts of me still aching, parts of me still waiting
