Sobering

It's sobering just to see her hands all over him

I know they've been to every bone

Just the structure of his cheeks alone

Makes me weak below

I'll just live with the lump in my throat

Learn not to jump so I don't sink under something I want

Be gracious

Gritting my teeth 'til I lose faith in believing he'll choose

To turn to me for a muse

Let me pine

I'll get in line

I'll bet my time will come

It's typical every time I seem to slip, I fall

And hit a wall

And he waltzed in

Gave a glimpse of what we might have been

Now the light is dim

I'll just live with the lump in my throat

Learn not to jump so I don't sink under somethin' I want

Be gracious

Gritting my teeth 'til I lose faith in believing he'll choose

To turn to me for a muse

It's humbling just to see how hard I fumbled him

I stumbled into something so

Absolutely out of my control

Think it's time to go (hm, hm)