One day we made a studio out of my living roomnto kill some time recording songs,nand I wore sunglasses when I sang the one about you,nso you wouldn't misread my eyes and take it wrong.nn'Cause in my music I can't severnmy association with our one-way romancenso I just try to not be too embitterednthat I never stood a chance.nnYou're the most heartbreaking thing to watch -ndressed heart to soot as the idealnPrince Charming from the storiesnof laurel trees and lethal wheels.nnI am not fair enough a maid,na mere peasant in distress.nYour love a pretty fairy tale,nand I'm just too real, I guess.nnAnd we listened to the whole session in reversenafter we'd finished that night,nand I heard my songs unsing themselves,nand inside me all wrongs were made right.nnSuddenly, I'd never told you how I felt.nI never wrote that stupid song.nI never drunkenly kissed you,nand I never thought twice if you looked my way too long.nI never fell asleep in your arms on my floor.nI never felt a rush at your smile.nI just never considered you that way.nI listened, and dreamed all the while -nnthat you and I were closer still, than maybe we could ever be now,nbut we're still playin' music at my placenand enjoying each other somehow. So,nlet's spend the hours preserving the daynfor future reference, when it'll be all I think about anyway.nnAnd when I listen back, I'll try to remember your face in the lightnof my side table lamp protesting the darkness of night.nAs I, too, mourn the coming of tomorrownand the death for which today is due,nand hope I might get to live my ever afternwith someone that's at least a little like you.