I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city and I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
And I just want to tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you. And I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that every time I don't, I almost do. I almost do.
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you, 'cause each time you reach out there's no reply. I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can't say "hello" to you and risk another goodbye...
And
I just want to tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you. And
I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that every time I don't, I
almost do. I almost do.
We made quite a mess, babe. It's probably better off this way. And I confess, babe, in my dreams you're touching my face and asking me if I want to try again with you... And I almost do!
And
I just want to tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you. And
I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that every time I don't, I
almost do. I almost do.
I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long
hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window looking out
at the city and I (bet) hope sometimes you wonder about me.
Taylor Swift
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