Past Tense
She’s sitting in the 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 at daybreak, she wants my company
And soon she’ll make my heart ache – taste the 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
So 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 want us to be lovers and she does not want me
She’s lying in her covers – there no place I’d rather be
I wish that we were lovers – I wish she wanted me