Countless Songs

You seek quality, not quantity, that's what I've accepted gracefully.

So I smile happily

as you slip a pretty girl your number right in front of me.

And I'd like to see you lighter, a little less gloom in your face,

and as much as I would have loved a chance to try, it'll never be my place.

So I stop to wonder what this feeling would sound like for sure,

but I know that my countless songs

don't compare to a stranger's simple word.

One step and you were taken, a smile was all she had to do,

and you know I can't really blame you 'cause I'd noticed her before, too.

And if you never want what you have, then you'll never want me,

regardless of who I am or the things that I think.

So I stop to wonder what this feeling would sound like for sure,

but I know my countless songs

don't compare to a stranger's simple word.

And you know if I were a little different, things might be a little different,

but then I wouldn't be myself, and this might not seem as real.

And you know the closer I get to you,

the farther away I feel.

And the only question in the mix was if you felt the spark

not for your permission to kiss you in the dark.

But I guess I was just deluded, so forget everything I said.

It must have been some fantastical dream

that I thought up all alone in my head.

And if I stopped wondering what this feeling would sound like for sure...