Almost Lover

Your fingertips across my skin; the palm trees swaying in the wind -

images.

We walked along a crowded street - you took my hand and danced with me. And when you left you kissed my lips. You told me you would never

ever

forget these images.

Well I'd never want to see you unhappy; thought you'd want the same for me.

Goodbye, my almost lover, my hopeless dream - I'm trying not to think about you;

can't you just let me be?

Should've known you'd bring me heartache -

almost-lovers always do.