Jane

Jane...

She used to wait tables
and laugh at pick-up lines.
Living in Seattle,
listening to Nevermind.
She worked 7 days a week,
never took a break.
Her name is Jane
and it's a shame,
I stood her up
cause I'm a flake.
The first time I met her,
she brought me a black coffee.
Had a black dress- oh, man.
She turned and told me she was naughty.

Jane, jane...

After that day I met her
working at the 'coffee bean',
I just tried to forget her
and told myself she was a dream.
But it was to no avail,
I had a preoccupied mind,
cause she was beautiful as hell
and i knew she was a gem to find.
So one friday i made my way back
to the 'coffee bean' to see Jane,
for the girl who wore all black,
and had a smile as clear as rain.

Jane, jane.

I finally asked her out that day
and Jane answered yes.
We decided to go see a play
and the play we saw was Macbeth.
So one date down and a little kiss,
everything going along.
Bought her some bling for her wrist
and even put her in this song.
But Jane is no longer,
another one out the door.
Cause I messed up and played her,
yup, Jane is no more.

Jane.

I stood her up, outside in the rain:
her pretty eyes' crying.
I left her all up in pain
and boy i ain't lying.
I'd said we'd move to Chicago
and share a small flat,
but commitments are hard yo,
I backed out of that.

Jane, Jane.
Goodbye Jane.