He looked lost
This was all his doing, but he looked confused still
He was holding her, to console her, to tell her not to cry
But he also didn't want to let go, he wanted her even more then
As I watched through my truck's window, waiting at that red light
I knew who he was
I saw myself in him
She moved away, still wiping her tears
She was ready to let go
But he still wanted to hold her
That poor, selfish fool
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