Oct 21, 2004 19:02
You're a two page letter in my box of secrets.
nothing more--no, nothing.
I'll always have alternate motives;
I'll never fully be in tune.
Never was in-tune to you.
Sorry to bust your bubble;
Sorry you never were my top priority.
Im just an old radio;
never too clear.
Making sense never was a virtue I held close to my heart.