it's 9 o'clock and my heart is broken
i've had dessert, i'm sitting alone
talking to you who resides in my head
the one i keep reasoning everything with
why can't you understand i couldn't
you have to believe me why
i'm lost and hurt and i'm not easy
and i fell for you even so
my imagination tossed and turned
can't decide if you were glad or if it burned
it knows that this is how it's best
it just can't handle what comes next
and i just have to hope that someday we'll be friends
because i already miss your laugh
and am wishing i hadn't mentioned it
and i'm wondering if you think of me
will you be my next old flame
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