Forever
It seems like another Friday night, but not for him.
He's gonna make everything seem alright, for him.
I don't have a plan that seems to work.
Nothing I do really makes her turn and look.
"Come and meet me later," she says.
By then she's already gone.
"Let's talk about this now," he says.
He's always so impatient.
And she really thinks it's done,
That they'll never talk again.
But Saturday morning, he says,
"What the hell am I to do?
I never wanted you."
And she holds it in forever.
Thursday morning, she gives him a call.
She hangs up and decides to ring his door.
She stays for five minutes and then she leaves.
She's really angry but then she hears him a call,
"I never meant those things I said last week.
I'm overcome with guilt."
"I'm sorry that you feel that way," she says.
"I just came by to drop off your stuff."
And he really thinks it's done,
That they'll never talk again.
But Saturday morning, she says,
"What the hell am I to do?
I always wanted you."
And she writes it in a letter.
"I always felt the same for you," he says.
"But I'll have to overcome all my insecurities of you.
I hope that we'll still be strong."
"It will work," she says.
We will work it out.
If we try, we will work it out.
If we try.
And they really think it's done,
That they'll never fight again.
But an August morning, he says,
"What the hell am I to do?
I found a substitute for you."
And she leaves forever.
She leaves forever.
Por Siempre
Parece ser otro viernes por la noche, pero no para él.
Va a hacer que todo parezca bien, para él.
No tengo un plan que parezca funcionar.
Nada de lo que hago realmente hace que ella se dé la vuelta y mire.
"Ven a encontrarme más tarde", dice ella.
Para entonces ella ya se ha ido.
"Hablemos de esto ahora", dice él.
Siempre está tan impaciente.
Y ella realmente piensa que está hecho,
Que nunca volverán a hablar.
Pero el sábado por la mañana, él dice,
"¿Qué demonios se supone que debo hacer?
Nunca te quise."
Y ella lo guarda para siempre.
El jueves por la mañana, ella lo llama.
Cuelga y decide llamar a su puerta.
Se queda cinco minutos y luego se va.
Está realmente enojada pero luego lo escucha llamar,
"Nunca quise decir esas cosas que dije la semana pasada.
Estoy lleno de culpa."
"Lamento que te sientas así", dice ella.
"Solo vine a dejar tus cosas."
Y él realmente piensa que está hecho,
Que nunca volverán a hablar.
Pero el sábado por la mañana, ella dice,
"¿Qué demonios se supone que debo hacer?
Siempre te quise."
Y ella lo escribe en una carta.
"Siempre sentí lo mismo por ti", dice él.
"Pero tendré que superar todas mis inseguridades contigo.
Espero que sigamos siendo fuertes."
"Funcionará", dice ella.
Lo resolveremos.
Si lo intentamos, lo resolveremos.
Si lo intentamos.
Y realmente piensan que está hecho,
Que nunca volverán a pelear.
Pero en una mañana de agosto, él dice,
"¿Qué demonios se supone que debo hacer?
Encontré un sustituto para ti."
Y ella se va para siempre.
Ella se va para siempre.