I always liked to think you'd like me too.
I saw your eyes on me a couple of times.
I saw what they hid.
I saw you always coming back to me whenever you had a drink or two.
I saw yyour gaze as you gave me a peace of you.
But now I think I just got caught up in it.
Maybe I was just standing in your way while you were trying to catch a glance at someone else.
Maybe all I saw in your eyes was boredom.
Maybe you came back because you wanted the rest of my drink to get even more wasted.
Maybe what I saw back then was instant regret of giving away whta's yours.
And now I just feel dumb.
For ever thinking you could see what nobody else does.