Anza Ninety Three

If you had a dime for all the hearts that you've broken
You would be a rich woman by now.
If I had a dime for all the things I've left unspoken
Well, I suppose I would be better off by now.

Outcast at the back of the class back in nineteen ninety three.
Subject to the names and war games of boyhood hierarchy.
You: picture perfect, quick witted, gorgeous, and contrived,
Blind to the glances and shy advances of suitors in awkward disguise.

Emily you could have burned the blueprints,
You held the world in your hands.
You sold your fire to thieves and liars,
Emily you just followed the plan.

If you had a dime for all the crushes you've incited
You would be a rich woman, a rich woman by now.
If I had a dime for all the pleas I've recited,
I suppose I would be better off by now.

The heartaches come and heartaches go, but that first one always sticks.
So where and how have you been, are you still up the same old tricks?
I've changed, but not by much, I still wage wars that can't be won,
Some of my friends talk of having kids, but I don't because I still am one.