I almost do.

I bet this time of night you’re still up.

I bet you’re tired from a long, hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.

And I just want to tell you, It takes everything in me not to call you and I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that everytime I don’t..I almost do, I almost do.

I bet you think I either moved on or hate you ‘cause each time you reach out there’s no reply.

I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye.

We made quite a mess. It's probably better off this way and I confess in my dreams you're touching my face and asking me if I’d want to try again with you and I ALMOST DO.