Past Tense
Sitting in her window
of her cosy, two-room flat
The light is turned down way low
She looks just like a cat
She’s working on a poem
I’m playing my guitar
I cannot wait to show them
the couple that we are
Lying in her covers
no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers
and she does not want me
I try to play my cards right
Not pushy, not too weak
We laugh and cuddle all night
I wish we had all week
She wakes me up a daybreak
She wants my company
Soon she’ll make my heart ache
- is that irony?
Lying in her covers
no place I’d rather be
I want us to be lovers
and she does not want me
Standing on her sidewalk
I’m trying to get in
“Can’t we just at least talk?”
Past Tense can begin
I picked up a pebble
Was that the way to go?
Though no one likes a rebel
my heart said “Throw man, throw!”
Lying in her covers
no place I’d rather be
I wish that we were lovers
I wish she wanted me