Pathetic Little Story

It’s a pathetic little story I have for you
Of why I couldn’t do what you wanted me to.
No matter how I say it, or what I say,
I really can’t hide what happened that day.
She came up beside me so fast, I’d barely moved;
Like the train that almost hits you
When you’re lost staring at city lights,
Or just, so lost, in the groove.
She came up beside me so fast, I barely even knew;
Like the words we hear on TV
Before we even change the channel
They’re a part of our vocabulary.
She came up beside me so fast, I thought it was you
Like the times you come into my dreams, into my head
Make me believe you’re so alive, and then just as quickly,
Go back to being dead.