caught up in a drunken moment
no time for a single clear thought
everything flashed by in an instant
i really messed up . . . a lot

the next morning i find myself
in a hungover sense of daze
my head pounding and heart racing
i was lost in a twisted maze

where am i? no, first of all,
who's this man lying next to me?
i must get out of this place
of one night ecstacy

grab my clothes and keys off the floor
and scramble quietly as i leave
how did i get in this situation?
how could i be so naive?

then the thought hits me
i'm not the only one i've hurt
through my one night escapade
i feel much lower than dirt

walk up the stairs to my apartment
he's asleep on the couch with the phone
i stare at him through my glazy eyes
he seems so cold, so alone

the door slams behind me and i wake him
his first reaction is relief
but then his eyes change to anger
and utter disbelief

he had put all his trust in me, he said
and all i did was disappoint him
he questioned me where i was all night
i told him my memory was dim

i'd rather have him imagine things
than tell him what really took place
because the truth would only hurt him more
i couldn't bear to see the look on his face

he told me that it's over
he can't let me hurt him again
i quietly accept his offer
thinking i can find more patient men

it's been three months since our breakup
and every night i cry out for his love
but there's nothing i can do about it now
just wait for my angel from above

someday, i hope i'll see him
and we'll sort out everything
if we dont, i hope he finds happiness
but me, i'll always be waiting. . .
waiting for him to forgive me
i'm still waiting for him to forgive me. . .
 
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