Alone and shivering in the cold,
I expected you at half past
seven,
And now it's ten past eight.
You'd promised you'd
make it this time,
And now you're already late.
The disco
started a while ago,
After I stopped here to wait.
Sad and
brooding as I walk,
Away from the sounds of the good times,
Back
to the stillness of my home.
I guess you couldn't make it
again,
For some reason of your own,
And tomorrow, I'll
probably phone,
To hear the same old apology.
Posted: 2007-07-01 12:58:14