Playing for Keeps

When you find a once-in-a-lifetime kind of girl, you hold on to her and you don't let go.

We were running downtown. That November was so cold. Every bit of me was screaming 'DON'T GO'. You were showing me postcards. You asked why I was sad. Babe, I had never wanted something so bad.

Cupid don't miss. My heart is a fist. 5 years have passed since I felt like this. I need a way to let you know, I'm holding on with both of my hands.

I won't let you GO! NO! A heart that beats is a heart that bleeds. Baby, I'm playing for keeps.

I remember walking away from that green apartment door. Babe, I had though I wouldn't see you anymore. Every step I took, it cut me like a knife. My fists were clenched and my knuckles were white.

Cupid don't miss. My heart is a fist. 5 years have passed since I felt like this. I need a way to let you know, I'm holding on with both of my hands.

I won't let you GO! NO! A heart that beats is a heart that bleeds. Baby, I'm playing for keeps.

The top of the hill was getting closer, closer. My heart was one big disaster. Voices in my head were calling me a coward. "Why don't you just go and ask her?"