the day after a date

You won’t say hi.
Even though yesterday your lips were in mine, you won’t say hi.
And you know I’m dying to do so,
but you still won’t ask how’s my day.
You keep listening to your songs
and I watch as the scrobbles roll by.
You should know that I want you to say it was good.
You should guess when I want to talk.
When I need someone to tell me there’s hope for the both of us.
Because even though it all started wednesday, today is sunday and I’m loving it.
Today I miss what we still haven’t had and I don’t know if we ever will.
But I hope, after feeling it all, that you will say hi.