Fiesta Tim

All alone on a friday

Waiting for someone to call

Tied together with my feelings

Is my world really that small

Maybe if I let you go

Then maybe all my jealousy

And rage will follow suit

And I can be better than I seem to be

Most of the time

Turn the tables of my actions

But I swallow all my words

I wish that I could still be near you

But who am I to keep you down

Someday baby we'll both know

Whether I should have let go

And gone my lonesome way

For what it's worth

I'm sorry for what I put you through