It was a week ago on your front porch,
As we sat under the moon
It was saying,
“Be a man just hold her hand-
something’s got to happen soon”
Because my eyes were wide but my
heart was tired as I waited for that kiss
But again you would betray and leave
sweet nothing on my lips

Five years and counting, and it’s growing old
even though I love you still
But love can’t
learn to play or sing when it’s being
held against its will
Because with fingers crossed and eyes kept tight,
saved for the morning sun
These lonely nights would be in vain to see
the morning never come

Ignored the two week timeframe for the ice to melt,
for you to get out that guitar
You were singing
your secrets in rhyme, hidden behind a
smile in the dark
Because that kiss was as a single chord that
we could build into a song
And the notes we played were beautiful
While our timing was all wrong