Eight Seats Away

And now I’m sitting on the bus

Listening to another sad song

And you’re eight seats away from me

But I can’t go and talk to you

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You’re eight seats away but

You’re with your friend and

You haven’t glanced my way

Since thirty minutes ago when

You gave me a dismissive wave

Before answering your phone

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It’s been thirty minutes

Since you’ve glanced my way

But it’s been over a year

(Maybe a lifetime)

Since you’ve actually

Seen me

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You’re so close but

I can’t reach you because

If you wanted to talk to me

You would

If you wanted to talk to me

You would’ve three years ago

And if you wanted me

You’d be with me

And not her

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She’s not here right now

But it doesn’t matter because

I know she’s on your mind and maybe

I’m sitting eight seats away from you

But I know I’m a lot further from your heart

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I guess it’ll be another bus trip

(And another lifetime) of

Wishing I was her because

If I was then you’d be

Sitting next to me and

Not eight seats away

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