Pick It Up

The story goes just like this
Picture a girl as beautiful as you can possibly think
She's got a crush on a guy, and she smiles with a wink
She sends her message of love as they skate through the rink
On their very first date, but

She doesn't know that he's torn, doesn't know that he has been having some doubts
She doesn't know that he's constantly fighting about
Whether or not the feelings he's had for this girl
Are coming from his heart

So let's move on to
Two hours later the DJ had seen them, brought the energy down
Playing slow dancing songs for the coupled-up crowd
And the chance to move up in his mind was endowed to her

And here's what she did next
The couple went out to dinner, but they never quite figured it out
They're going steady I guess that they found common ground
And they're smiling and laughing and singing aloud
Until you consider

That he was stuck inside a fabricated past
That made him wait before committing to a
Second best
He compromised

And far away from here St. Cupid lines up his shot
But when you took that arrow, was love all that you got?
He didn't mention the pain in the ass
That always follows when you get stabbed in the back

Flashing forward
She tried to go for a kiss
He saw her coming, he dodged and she missed
At least that's what it had looked like from here I'd insist
And the reason for why he did just doesn't exist

At least until things got
Some kinda rough cause she started to scream and pushed him back held in place
While he tried to get out, get home he yelled in her face
And said a whole bunch of shit that he couldn't erase
And then she considered

That he was stuck inside a fabricated past
That made him wait before committing to a
Second best
He compromised

And far away from here St. Cupid lines up his shot
But when you took that arrow, was love all that you got?
He didn't mention the pain in the ass
That always follows when you get stabbed in the back