I’m thinking about what I would say to you if we ran into each other.
I think about it too often lately.
Stumble upon you, smooth talking and pathological.
You never did tell the truth.
You would probably sweet talk me, try and take me home.
I don’t think I’d be able to say no.
But there are a lot of people in this city.
And thank god I will probably never need to give in to that temptation again.