Cut Here

August 20, 2004

"So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and english slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favorite man...
Is that any way to say hello?"
And you hold me... like you'll never let me go

"Oh c'mon and and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while..."
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just dont have the time..."
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eye...

It's so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
I should really watch you dance"
Because it's hard to think
"I'll never get another chance
To hold you... to hold you... "

I should've stopped to think - I should've made the time
I could've had that drink - I could've talked a while
I would've done it right - I would've moved us on
But I didn't - now it's all too late
It's over... over
And you're gone..

I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you I miss you so much

But how how many times can I walk away and wish "If only..."
But how many times can I talk this way and wish "If only..."
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "If only..."

But "If only...."
Is a wish too late...

From the The Cure's Cut Here

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