I watch all the sloppiest messes in the shortest dresses as they pass by
From my side of the sidewalk I hear all of their babbling, inane talk of
Late nights and boys
And drunken escapades and horror stories
I'll pass the time with hours better spent
With better company and better friends
But soon
Soon
It all takes a turn for the worst
One perilous personality, however well versed
Who's constantly competing for
The brush of a hand or
The bat of an eyelash
How quickly I find myself in a desirable situation
How quickly it is ruined
Not by hand nor by hesitation
You have been so carefully placed in the back of my mind
And I know
That patience is a virtue exercised over time
And I know