Hiptune

I first met you in 1982
 You were drunk and I was underage
 So now here you are still hanging on the bar
 And I'm still staring at you from the stage
 And I can't be mad at you for coming here with someone else
 And I don't want to laugh at you, but somehow I can't help myself
 'Cause there was a time when you looked me in the eye
 But now you only look me in the nose
 And you were at your best with whiskey on your dress
 It stained a bit, but it was only clothes
 And I won't buy a drink for you, but that won't mean we're enemies
 And though I often think of you, they're not all pleasant memories
 Cause time won't heal the hurt - it drags you in the dirt
 And patience is a virtue that only seems to hurt you
 And someone may be waiting for you when the night is done
 Yes, someone may be waiting here... but I won't be the one
 So I sit here by myself with a yearbook on my shelf
 A document of all I meant to you
 Well, you misspelled my name, wrote "Please don't ever change!
 Stay in touch! Good luck in all you do!"
 I know it shouldn't matter much, but nothing else remains of you
 I know I should have had a hunch that you took something with you, too
 'Cause there was a time when the words all seemed to rhyme
 And they never seemed to tangle with the tune
 But I'm sick and tired of feeling uninspired
 And you can't get out of my life too soon
 And I won't buy a drink for you, but that won't mean we're enemies
 'Cause though I often think of you, they're not all pleasant memories
 'Cause time won't heal the hurt - it drags you in the dirt
 And patience is a virtue that only seems to hurt you
 And someone may be waiting for you when the night is done
 Yes, someone may be waiting here... but I won't be the one