New Year's Eve
In the morning she told me how much she loved me. How much I matter. How she can't help thinking about the future and what will happen when she must choose where to float off to in the pursuit of her dreams and studies. She is beautiful, and she's a good girl. I love Her.
I know it's OK, and what will be will be.
Tonight i crossed paths with another her.
When I was young I would phone her smashed and bruisedanddumb.
She is beautiful and I used to dream about her.
but that was youngandstupid.
now I am oldandstupid.
I am smoking weed, writing these notes in pretend books for pretend people to enjoy. Like someday they'll matter. the notes I mean...but you (I) know that.
but the imissuyouth ri$h GiRL blues hurt so bad. That is going to be the girl of your dreams, and the woman of your nightmares.
I know it's OK, and what will be will be.
Tonight i crossed paths with another her.
When I was young I would phone her smashed and bruisedanddumb.
She is beautiful and I used to dream about her.
but that was youngandstupid.
now I am oldandstupid.
I am smoking weed, writing these notes in pretend books for pretend people to enjoy. Like someday they'll matter. the notes I mean...but you (I) know that.
but the imissuyouth ri$h GiRL blues hurt so bad. That is going to be the girl of your dreams, and the woman of your nightmares.