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they're all the same, the way they
lure you to the city, promise to love you
here, there's a place for you
So you pack up your sweaters,
you stack up your letters,
it's all going with you.
what if we're wrong about everything
oh what's a 26-year old to do?
i thought i was so in love with you
but i was wrong about everything
Hey Brian,
Steph called earlier--told me you'd passed away. I don't yet know what happened or why. It's only just now hitting me that you're gone, and I can't imagine how much I'll miss you when I get back to Muncie; how much everyone will miss you. In ways you probably don't even know, you've changed so many people for the better.
Every time you thanked me for a ride, it should have been me thanking you because every trip we took, every dinner we shared, was a chance for me to learn what kind of man I want to be; like you. You're kind and patient. And I can only imagine you're reading this somewhere thinking, "well id'nt that niiiiice." I'd probably think the same thing. : )
You taught me how to share a piano with someone--but no one could ever play like we do. No one feels it like we do. And even those who have watched us play don't know what it feels like to connect in music like we do. We were supposed to work on Christmas music when I get back. You're leaving me alone on the bench, Brian.
lure you to the city, promise to love you
here, there's a place for you
So you pack up your sweaters,
you stack up your letters,
it's all going with you.
what if we're wrong about everything
oh what's a 26-year old to do?
i thought i was so in love with you
but i was wrong about everything
Hey Brian,
Steph called earlier--told me you'd passed away. I don't yet know what happened or why. It's only just now hitting me that you're gone, and I can't imagine how much I'll miss you when I get back to Muncie; how much everyone will miss you. In ways you probably don't even know, you've changed so many people for the better.
Every time you thanked me for a ride, it should have been me thanking you because every trip we took, every dinner we shared, was a chance for me to learn what kind of man I want to be; like you. You're kind and patient. And I can only imagine you're reading this somewhere thinking, "well id'nt that niiiiice." I'd probably think the same thing. : )
You taught me how to share a piano with someone--but no one could ever play like we do. No one feels it like we do. And even those who have watched us play don't know what it feels like to connect in music like we do. We were supposed to work on Christmas music when I get back. You're leaving me alone on the bench, Brian.