How many times have I heard you say
You ran across my mind today
And though it seems a simple thing
for me what do these words really bring
Nothing, absolutely, nothing
Are you saying you're interested? No
Do you want to know me? No
I really don't see the point of it all
So you thought of me, whoop dee do!
Thank God when I crossed your mind that day
I had the sense to run away
from a man who doesn't know what he wants
Who says one thing and does something else
Who gives away his number but won't answer his cell
Who compliments at the drop of a hat
But won't say what he means when he's goes up to bat
Says lets do lunch
Then disappears
From a friend he hasn't seen in years
Whenever next I cross your mind
Just contemplate one last time
What am I really doing there
And what is it you really fear
Is it me or just your self
Or maybe it is something else
No matter what it is I do
You cross your signals and
throw me for a loop
I'd rather find some other mind
to run across any old time
Than to get lost in your reverie
When all you do is remind me
That I was crossing there
© Chaile Divine, 2008
September 24
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