Countless Songs

You seek quality, not quantity, that's what I've accepted 
gracefully.
So I smile happily
as you slip a pretty girl your number right in front of me.
And I'd like to see you lighter, a little less gloom in 
your face,
and as much as I would have loved a chance to try, it'll 
never be my place.

So I stop to wonder what this feeling would sound like for 
sure,
but I know that my countless songs
don't compare to a stranger's simple word.

One step and you were taken, a smile was all she had to do,
and you know I can't really blame you 'cause I'd noticed 
her before, too.
And if you never want what you have, then you'll never want
 me,
regardless of who I am or the things that I think.

So I stop to wonder what this feeling would sound like for 
sure,
but I know my countless songs
don't compare to a stranger's simple word.

And you know if I were a little different, things might be 
a little different,
but then I wouldn't be myself, and this might not seem as 
real.
And you know the closer I get to you,
the farther away I feel.
And the only question in the mix was if you felt the spark
not for your permission to kiss you in the dark.
But I guess I was just deluded, so forget everything I 
said.

It must have been some fantastical dream
that I thought up all alone in my head.

And if I stopped wondering what this feeling would sound 
like for sure...