Polish Girl

It's been at least another year 
And still I haven't got the chance to say
Always rolling off the tongue
Never said but nearly sung about a million ways

Every photograph and story 
Trickled through the lengthy web of friends
I overthought but understood
Distant look but looking good
And not the other way

But you fail to remember
But you fail to remember

Do I still cross your mind?
Your face still distorts the time

Do I still cross your mind?
Your face still distorts the time

With heat [bad word] afternoons long through
Those idle dreams go back to you
Was this only in my head
Just like most things go misread
When overthought