My heart starts to pound
As I look two tables away
Three seats over
And right at you
You take a bite of your pizza
Which is probably sausage
Because I know you
And what you like
For a second I think
That maybe you will look over
Maybe
And smile at me
Maybe
Or even wave
Maybe
But then I think of how you'd probably
Not smile
Probably
Not wave
Probably not
Because I know you
And what you're like
I'm pretty sure you're done
With eating now
Because you just waved over
The waitress
Who's probably 20
Probably single
Probably flirting
With you
Probably
But then again
She just left
But gave you a paper
That I think is the bill
Maybe
But I still can't help but think that
Maybe
It's really her number
And maybe
I'm falling
Faster
And faster
Into your
Past
