Wasn’t It Nice?

(Karianne Gabaldon)

Everybody has that special song about missing their one true love. Well, here’s mine. If you can relate, raise your hand!

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(Verse 1) 
 
I have yet to come by, 
A state of grace. 
A simple, casual smile, 
On my wiped out face. 
The people staring, glaring, 
As I walk a steady pace. 
And all I think about, 
Is getting out of this place. 
 
Oh, My cashmere rejection, 
Handful of lies. 
Lethal injection, 
Yet I wear my disguise. 
They all say it’s over now, 
But the proof is in the pie, 
And then he up and left, 
Without a reason why. 
 
(PreChorus) 
 
And this song may be long, 
But please just bear with me. 
Because every single word of it, 
Brings me peace. 
 
(Chorus) 
 
‘Cause I am here again, 
Just dancing in the snow. 
Wondering if I should stay, 
Or if I should go. 
 
Snowball fights, 
Endless nights. 
Sequin stockings, 
Wasn’t it nice? 
 
(Verse 2) 
 
Trying to forget your memory, 
Just leave my head. 
You’re stinging like a honeybee, 
I’m already dead. 
You wouldn’t believe it’s been two years, 
And these tears I still shed. 
My twisted agony, 
I lie in my bed. 
 
(PreChorus) 
 
And this song may be long, 
But I have my excuses too. 
You need to hear me out, 
Because I will always love you. 
 
(Chorus) 
 
‘Cause I am here again, 
I’m out walking in L.A., 
I can’t quite enjoy myself, 
Because you chose not to stay. 
 
Christmas lights, 
Heavy nights, 
It was you and me. 
Wasn’t it nice? 
 
(Bridge) 
 
Sunny days have never been so cloudy, 
Dreams have never been so dark. 
And I have never been this pouty, 
I have yet to feel a spark. 
 
Hey, this lady once had a voice, 
She used her cords wisely, 
She had it all, too, 
Without a heat advisory. 
Now I’m crumpled up in a ball, 
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© Karianne Gabaldon 2021