Sometimes

I wonder if you ever feel I got less than I deserved
It's almost like I spent these years building you up for her
Not that it should matter much at this stage anyway
Just wish it didn't take so long to turn over the page

Sometimes, sometimes
I wake up, with words that have been left unsaid
Sometimes, sometimes
I'm convinced that we aren't quite finished yet
And sometime, sometime
Perhaps we'll talk it out

I wonder if you've changed since you boarded that plane
I hear that life sometimes feels hectic in the USA
I got a need to make things out to be better than they'd been
It's this way of thinking that will be the very death of me

Sometimes, sometimes
I forget for a second just how mean you'd been
Sometimes, sometimes
I regret the pieces I could never fix
And sometime, sometime
Perhaps we'll talk it out

I probably read your lines about a dozen times
Some days I feel sorry for not writing you back
I just doubt you'd even take the time to come by
Before life slows down to grant both of us a chat

Sometimes, sometimes
I ponder over whether we could work out
Sometimes, sometimes
I still hope to be the one you think about
And sometime, sometime
Perhaps we'll talk it out