It's Kind of Romantic (Give it a Chance)

She once took my hand while we were listening to her favorite bands
tracing circles on my palms and asking ”Do you like that?”
I shrugged and just said “It feels like contact.”
as she went on to explain her reasons for that

“The palms of your hands are very sensitive, in fact.
It's kind of romantic
give it a chance.”

As we sat in silence listening to an instrumental
I felt nothing
and now I'm beyond  regretful

I don't remember the song
she said it was her favorite
I remember the band
and when I'm thinking of her
sometimes I play it

I was clueless
I didn't love her back then
I think I do now
but I could never say it

If in that classroom I had known my deepest wishes
would she be greeting me now with the deepest kisses?
If I had said yes when she asked me to dance
would my days be filled with lasting romance?

To wish on her is absurd
she's the careless one now
my sweet nothings go unheard
I'm taking a bow

I've told her what she means to me
but never in speech as in this writing so forcefully

these thoughts race through my head at a mile a minute
she's all over my mind ever since Christmas
I can't stop wishing we knew each other's business
but it's been so hard to connect
I'm 'bout to just up and call it quits

I wonder if I cross her mind
bring a smile to her lips
I wonder if she remembers our talks
as we'd wash and dry each dish

I really hope she's happy
I just hate that it's without me
If I could meet myself
I'd tell me more about me