Anza Ninety Three - Hanalei

If you had a dime for all the hearts that you’ve broken

You would be a rich woman by now

If I had a dime for all the things I’ve left unspoken

Well, I suppose I would be better off by now

Outcast at the back of the class back in nineteen ninety three

Subject to the names and war games of boyhood hierarchy

You: picture perfect, quick witted, gorgeous, and contrived

Blind to the glances and shy advances of suitors in awkward disguise

Emily you could have burned the blueprints

You held the world in your hands

You sold your fire to thieves and liars

Emily you just followed the plan

If you had a dime for all the crushes you’ve incited

You would be a rich woman, a rich woman by now

If I had a dime for all the pleas I’ve recited

I suppose I would be better off by now

The heartaches come and heartaches go, but that first one always sticks

So where and how have you been, are you still up the same old tricks?

I’ve changed, but not by much, I still wage wars that can’t be won

Some of my friends talk of having kids, but I don’t because I still am one