My cards are on the table, yours are in your hands Chances are tonight you've already got plans
And chances are I will talk myself to sleep again
You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high
Wishful thoughts forget to mention when something's really not right
And I will block out these voices of reason in my head
* And the voices say, "You are not the exception
You will never learn your lesson, foolish one
Stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain't never gonna come
You will take the long way, you will take the long way down"
You know how to keep me waiting, I know how to act like I'm fine
Don't know what to call this situation but I know I can't call you mine
And it's delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof
'Cause when my head is on your shoulder it starts thinking you'll come around
And maybe someday when we're older this is something we'll laugh about
Over coffee every morning while you're watching the news
( * )
Now I'm sliding down the wall with my head in my hands
Saying, "How could I not see the signs?"
Oh, you haven't written me or called But goodbye screaming in the silence
And the voices in my head are telling me why
'Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings
I'll get your longing glances but she'll get your ring
And you will say you had the best of intentions
And maybe I will finally learn my lesson
( * )
Ain't never gonna come
Ooh, you will learn the hard way now Foolish one
Sitting 'round waiting for confessions of love, they ain't never gonna come
And thinking he's the one, you should've been walking out Foolish one
The day is gonna come for your confessions of love, when all is said and done
He just wasn't the one, no, he just wasn't the one