I bet this time of night you're still up.
I bet you're tired from a long hard week.
I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
And I just wanna tell you it takes everything in me not to call you. And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do, I almost do.
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you 'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply.
I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can't say "Hello" to you and risk another goodbye.
Oh, we made quite a mess, babe. It's probably better off this way. And I confess, babe, in my dreams you're touching my face and asking me if I wanna try again with you and I almost do.