For Jamie.
sadness is the emotion of broken frames,
there were pictures of better days.
Time wasnt in charge,
and it was you and me and the bluebonnet fields,
on a sunny Sunday afternooon.
we sang at the tops of our lungs,
taking turns with who could sing higher,
who could sing louder,
but to you i apsired.
we danced off the fireplace,
and spun like mary poppins to higher places.
it was just you and me and our dreams,
taking chances and dreaming of romances,
teenage games we practiced for days, driving cars with handle bars,
and taking care of mom on her "need a doctor" days.
We were the best pair, the only pair,
nothing will ever change, I love you just the same.
Angie is soft and squishy!
there were pictures of better days.
Time wasnt in charge,
and it was you and me and the bluebonnet fields,
on a sunny Sunday afternooon.
we sang at the tops of our lungs,
taking turns with who could sing higher,
who could sing louder,
but to you i apsired.
we danced off the fireplace,
and spun like mary poppins to higher places.
it was just you and me and our dreams,
taking chances and dreaming of romances,
teenage games we practiced for days, driving cars with handle bars,
and taking care of mom on her "need a doctor" days.
We were the best pair, the only pair,
nothing will ever change, I love you just the same.
Angie is soft and squishy!