I'm pretty sure you haven't been there, dear. Have you ever looked over your shoulder and all you saw were a pair of lights in your face? Well, I have. I've been walking for over two hours and that's pretty much all I've seen. I saw you smiling, flirting at me, looking at me as if I was all you ever wanted. And I thought I was, and I know I am.
You kissed me, remember? We were all alone and you just did it. Well, I'm pretty sure someone saw us. We were just two little kids, playing with love as if it would never touch us. Damn, it's been a long time but I can still feel it. Do you remember? How could you forget? Why would you remember? You ain't mine no more. And you know what's worse? I used to sign those letters with that "forever yours" silly cliché. I'm sure it sounds silly just after walking a couple hours.
It's spring time, but this looks like summer to me. You know how I love winter, how I love rain, how I love snow. I love walking over the wet sidewalk. It reminds me of many things I've done, of many people I've loved, of many dreams I've lived, of many nightmares I've killed. Nonetheless, you're still there, with light on your back, with a can of beer in your hand, with a smile in your face, with him by your side. And I'm here, walking with a big pair of lights in my back.
And all of a sudden you look at me. You seem really desperate but you still know there's not much I can do. You know I'm dying inside. You know I am all you ever wanted. And I'm sitting here, angry, drinking as fast as I can, waiting for a miracle to happen. And now I realize miracles have happened all over my life. And now all I wish is I had a glass of water in my hand. And now all I wish is I had you by my side. And I know it might be too much to ask.
Now I've seen it all, I've learned from you, from my mistakes, from you. You, my little girl, are such a unique, long, perverted story. You, my girl, are whatever I want you to be, whatever you want to be. You are just everything I ever wanted. How did it happen? Why would I know? Sometimes it happens, and all you can do is sit, relax, grab a glass of wine, put your favorite CD on and smile. Sometimes this is life. Sometimes you make the most out of it.
And now I've seen heaven, I've seen the major prize. Why would I like to keep the second one? I don't like it. And even if I did, I'm sure the prize for the first place is way better than this. I'm willing to take all those risks. I've seen my cards and I'm ready to play'em. I've seen my cards and I just can't lose. Déja vu, my little girl, déja vu. I'm sorry to tell you, but second place is for losers. Me? I'm just everything you ever wanted. I'm all in.
