She whispers to her friends and looks
Back at me with smiles and hooks
Of potential courtship or
Maybe affaire de coeur
She keeps her thoughs undisclosed
Loves her inconclusive tones
Always glad to drive me mad
I wish she would just drop that fad
And think back to those days
That we once had before
The rules of the game came into play
I hope that she will someday
Cause its getting long
Times getting on
And the hope I felt's
Starting to melt
Over the warm days that we had
The warm days we once had
She holds my hand and takes me to
A discrete, enclosed dark room
You'd think the situation's clear
But once again vagueness appears
In all her texts she leaves a hint
With contradictions in small print
I never understood her clues
I wish to her I could get through
And go back to those days
That we once had before
The rules of the game came into play
I hope that we will someday
Cause its getting long
Times getting on
And the hope I felt's
Starting to melt
Over the warm days that we had
The warm days we once had
The warm days we once hadmore