if you didn't owe me a slow dance,

i might just have given up.

if you weren't my best friend,

even though we don't talk so much anymore,

and even though i wonder if we really are anymore,

i wouldn't give a damn about how happy i was when you called.

if you had never kissed me,

the time on the stairs,

i wouldn't want it again.

if you hadn't said you needed me,

i would have been there anyway,

but it would have been easier to let you go.

but,

if you didn't owe me a slow dance,

actually- two, slow dances...

i wouldn't have stuck around to collect

even when i was wiping my slate clean.

you're the spot i missed..

on purpose.