It's different in so many ways
Now that I know
That my Fate
Was to stand a chance, and a good one
Of being your lover
A dream I will die
Before I fulfil.
I was not your lover.
As you leaned into me
I did not notice
And had another drink
So I would not be so nervous
Around you.

Apparently, I had a few too many
And I no longer stood a chance.