Pocket

I see you standing alone in your corner
I'm getting my nerve up to maybe walk over
Sweeping the room I see no one but you there
Avoiding my gaze - I still feel you stare
Aren't you the one who's been picking my flowers
Whose shadow I see when I walk myself home?
Are you the shadow I see in my backyard?
I know you're out there - see if I care
Too late, you're too late - too late, too late
You are perfect but you are not mine
I see you talking to my best friend Mibetta
Laughing at something romantic she said
I think she wants to be naked beside you
Funny that she wants the same thing that I do
Too late, you're too late - too late, too late
You are perfect but you are not mine
Now I'm alone with you here in your corner
I feel no resistance when I pull you close
The air around us is charged like a rocket
So stand still and I'll slip my hands in your pockets
Too late ...
Too late ...