If it were truly up to me, I’d have a thousand answers ready so you could ask me what was wrong and I could lie and seem so strong. And you would smile as you walked away and say, I think I’ll be with him some day.
And I would call on my reserve (who’s never hung up on a girl), who’s armed with charms that are just deadly (and knows that it’s a big, big world), and together we would make our pitch and you would walk away convinced. But before I set a wedding date, it occurs to me you still walked away.
We can fly down the highway to the beach and watch the clouds and finally breathe, but when we get back to our streets, red lights at every corner we reach. I think I see that what you need is a man who’s able to proceed as if you’re not all that he believes in and not everything he dreams of. Somebody’s guaranteed to be that man but it’s not me, because the one who really needs you is the one that you don’t need. But I will gladly testify, provide you references, I would raise my right hand and declare that you’re a miracle, I swear.
And I will always care. You can take that with you anywhere. The surf crashing on the beach drowned out the words that we did speak, but may you always hear someone say “I love you” even as you walk away.