There is a pair I long to linger on.
There is a chance I missed.
I waited, I thought there'd be time, now that thing is gone,
thinking of cost, now it's lost from my grasp,
those hands dashed from my clasp,
those lips ripped from my grip
of the girl that I should have kissed.

Thinking of daylight, I pushed her away, right
as she sought to grab hold my wrist.
Worried that we'd be seen, worried what this could mean,
worried and wondering, thundering, beating heart,
wonder what did I start?
Maybe I'd not have run,
if I'd known then that I'd never again
have the girl that I should have kissed.