Sobering

It's sobering just to see her hands all over him
I know they've been to every bone
Just the structure of his cheeks alone
Makes me weak below

I'll just live with the lump in my throat
Learn not to jump so I don't sink under something I want
Be gracious
Gritting my teeth 'til I lose faith in believing he'll choose
To turn to me for a muse

Let me pine
I'll get in line
I'll bet my time will come

It's typical every time I seem to slip, I fall
And hit a wall
And he waltzed in
Gave a glimpse of what we might have been
Now the light is dim

I'll just live with the lump in my throat
Learn not to jump so I don't sink under somethin' I want
Be gracious
Gritting my teeth 'til I lose faith in believing he'll choose
To turn to me for a muse

It's humbling just to see how hard I fumbled him
I stumbled into something so
Absolutely out of my control
Think it's time to go (hm, hm)