Another Slow Song Wasted (Rough)

She’s the only person that he’ll sing to 

and he’s the one she dials on the phone 

when she’s thinking something through. 

He’s the one she trusts with all her secrets,

and she’s the only reason why he’s even out this evening. 

They’re sitting side by side, making small talk.

Slow song comes over the speakers, the same as when she calls. 

They keep their eyes ahead on the dance floor, 

both hoping the other would notice 

but neither find the courage and the moment slips away. 

All the drinking songs are basically the same, 

singing about the one that got away. 

But what about the one sitting right within your reach?

But you’re both too scared to finally take a chance 

to ask each other for that first dance

so you’re sitting in the same room, thinking the same thing,

another slow song wasted.