monkey moo fishes

Oct 16, 2005 21:17

"so, i'm making you this tape full of songs i think that maybe you would like.
and i know that it's not much, but it's all that i can think to do to make things right.
i know that every word i say echoes back to yesterday and all the things that i was dumb enough to say.
i know that every glance at me brings back what i said you should be, when what you are is more than i could ever see.
and i can't help but reminisce as i put in this tape and press record,
about the songs i sung to you and how you made me want to write a hundred more.
and that's all forgotten.
i think of all the poems you'd write, and swimming with you late at night,
and how we just missed getting it right.
there's too much that we've been through for me to never talk to you,
though i'm unsure of many things, this much is true.
i'm not asking for the love that you were smart enough to give to someone else.
i'm just hoping that maybe one day i can make up for the pain that you have felt.

and maybe it's naive to think that consequence could ever close its eyes to me."

stolen the words from my mouth.
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