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