Cut Here - The Cure, Robert Smith

So, we meet again and I offer my hand

All dry and English slow

And you look at me and I understand

Yeah, it’s a look I used to know

Three long years and your favorite man

Is that any way to say hello?

And you hold me like you’ll never let me go

Like you’ll never let me go

Oh, come on and have a drink with me

Sit down and talk a while

Oh, I wish I could and I will

But now I just don’t have the time

And over my shoulder as I walk away

I see you give that look goodbye

I still see that look in your eye

So dizzy, Mr. Busy, too much rush to talk to Billy

All the silly frilly things have to first get done

In a minute, sometime soon, maybe next time, make it June

Until later doesn’t always come

Until later doesn’t always come

It’s so hard to think it ends sometime

And this could be the last

I should really hear you sing again

I should really watch you dance

Because it’s hard to think I’ll never get another chance

To hold you, to hold you

But chilly Mr. Dilly, too much rush to talk to Billy

All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done

In a second, just hang on, all in good time

Won’t be long until later

I should’ve stopped to think, I should’ve made the time

I could’ve had that drink, I could’ve talked a while

I would’ve done it right, I would’ve moved us on

But I didn’t, now it’s all too late

It’s over and you’re gone

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much

But how many times can I walk away and wish, if only

How many times can I talk this way and wish, if only

Keep on making the same mistake

Keep on aching the same heartbreak

I wish if only but if only is a wish too late