Maybe we'll look at ourselves in the bathroom mirror,
Side by side
Admiring how wonderful we look together
Even when i'm not wearing any makeup,
And you havent shaved in days.
Maybe we'll find ourselves taking our coffee the same way,
And finishing each other's sentences
And when my heart is aching for an answer
Maybe you will have it
Maybe someday i will teach you how to be romantic,
And you will teach me how to be careless
And we will dine on chocolates and listen to Mozart,
And sleep naked on black silk
Under a sky of plastic glowy stars
That i refused to take down even long after we've
"grown up"
Maybe someday i will still write about you,
When you're not home
And still creep to the computer late at night,
while you sleep,
And cry all over my keyboard about nights years ago
Maybe i will still wake without you,
Groping for your body
And sighing when i grasp only pillow
I don't want to be beautiful and divine,
Prancing around on my plush carpet in designer underwear
Singing in a spine-tingling tenor
And twirling about with my model-perfect body
...
I just want to be pretty,
I want you to look at me and do a double-take
At the smile that curves upon my face so naturally (at you)
I want you to find the spirited sparkle in my eyes so irresistable,
That kissing me is not even an option
I don't want to be some covergirl to you,
Just the girl you dream about at night,
And hang pictures of in your cubicle at work,
And can't wait to come home to at 6:00
Who you pamper with nothing more than your presence,
And who never comes second to anything else in your spectacular life.
Maybe someday i will be her,
That semi-princess with all the glitter and glam of this 22-year old,
But a little older, a little taller, a little more worn at the edges
Maybe i wont be as blond or as youthful
And i'll lack all the charm of the version of me you met one night in the club,
With my catchy curves dancing under the spotlights in white satin,
Bare shoulders and bright eyes,
Red lips and smooth skin
Silky hair and delicate features
(Oh, those were the days)
Maybe we will still dance in the living room at twilight
And i will never grow old in your eyes
Maybe we will go for walks in the park and hold hands,
Like you said we were too silly to do as teenagers
------
Or maybe i will settle for this...
That you will think of me someday
That you will look back and see what a fool you were
That all those precious memories you thought you had erased,
And all those girls you tried to love, who made me feel so easily replaced,
Will just leave you empty, like you did to me
And maybe someday you will read those words,
Those thousands and thousands of words,
That i sent you,
That you filed so neatly into the tatters of your cold heart,
That you will pull them, one by one,
From their dusty archives,
And even if i never know it...
That you will treasure them.
And then me...
That maybe one day,
i will run out of words to send,
and tears to cry
And even if i'm not dancing with you in my living room late at night,
That i'm still dancing,
For whoever is there to watch.
Side by side
Admiring how wonderful we look together
Even when i'm not wearing any makeup,
And you havent shaved in days.
Maybe we'll find ourselves taking our coffee the same way,
And finishing each other's sentences
And when my heart is aching for an answer
Maybe you will have it
Maybe someday i will teach you how to be romantic,
And you will teach me how to be careless
And we will dine on chocolates and listen to Mozart,
And sleep naked on black silk
Under a sky of plastic glowy stars
That i refused to take down even long after we've
"grown up"
Maybe someday i will still write about you,
When you're not home
And still creep to the computer late at night,
while you sleep,
And cry all over my keyboard about nights years ago
Maybe i will still wake without you,
Groping for your body
And sighing when i grasp only pillow
I don't want to be beautiful and divine,
Prancing around on my plush carpet in designer underwear
Singing in a spine-tingling tenor
And twirling about with my model-perfect body
...
I just want to be pretty,
I want you to look at me and do a double-take
At the smile that curves upon my face so naturally (at you)
I want you to find the spirited sparkle in my eyes so irresistable,
That kissing me is not even an option
I don't want to be some covergirl to you,
Just the girl you dream about at night,
And hang pictures of in your cubicle at work,
And can't wait to come home to at 6:00
Who you pamper with nothing more than your presence,
And who never comes second to anything else in your spectacular life.
Maybe someday i will be her,
That semi-princess with all the glitter and glam of this 22-year old,
But a little older, a little taller, a little more worn at the edges
Maybe i wont be as blond or as youthful
And i'll lack all the charm of the version of me you met one night in the club,
With my catchy curves dancing under the spotlights in white satin,
Bare shoulders and bright eyes,
Red lips and smooth skin
Silky hair and delicate features
(Oh, those were the days)
Maybe we will still dance in the living room at twilight
And i will never grow old in your eyes
Maybe we will go for walks in the park and hold hands,
Like you said we were too silly to do as teenagers
------
Or maybe i will settle for this...
That you will think of me someday
That you will look back and see what a fool you were
That all those precious memories you thought you had erased,
And all those girls you tried to love, who made me feel so easily replaced,
Will just leave you empty, like you did to me
And maybe someday you will read those words,
Those thousands and thousands of words,
That i sent you,
That you filed so neatly into the tatters of your cold heart,
That you will pull them, one by one,
From their dusty archives,
And even if i never know it...
That you will treasure them.
And then me...
That maybe one day,
i will run out of words to send,
and tears to cry
And even if i'm not dancing with you in my living room late at night,
That i'm still dancing,
For whoever is there to watch.
Your AIM presence is missed by this jolly 'ol chap. 
