Sometimes

I wonder if you ever feel I got less than I deserved It's almost like I spent these years building you up for her Not that it should matter much at this stage anyway Just wish it didn't take so long to turn over the page Sometimes, sometimes I wake up, with words that have been left unsaid Sometimes, sometimes I'm convinced that we aren't quite finished yet And sometime, sometime Perhaps we'll talk it out I wonder if you've changed since you boarded that plane I hear that life sometimes feels hectic in the USA I got a need to make things out to be better than they'd been It's this way of thinking that will be the very death of me Sometimes, sometimes I forget for a second just how mean you'd been Sometimes, sometimes I regret the pieces I could never fix And sometime, sometime Perhaps we'll talk it out I probably read your lines about a dozen times Some days I feel sorry for not writing you back I just doubt you'd even take the time to come by Before life slows down to grant both of us a chat Sometimes, sometimes I ponder over whether we could work out Sometimes, sometimes I still hope to be the one you think about And sometime, sometime Perhaps we'll talk it out