Sep 26, 2005 21:09
# 7 is named...
From Summer To Fall
How come, she never does but I always come?
How come, she turned her back and kissed his tongue?
How come, I sit here waiting for them to be done?
These are the questions that make me feel dumb.
How come, he got a bite, when I got a crumb?
How come, when she never calls, I feel glum?
How come, whenever I try, I’m chewed up like gum?
This is how I feel. This is what I’ve become.
How come, I’ll never be more than chum?
How come, my words aren’t enough, and your ears are numb?
How come, whenever I talk all you hear are my gums?
I want you to know, it is you this is from…
I don't care who knows anymore. I need this secretive burden lifted. Brooke Potter, I've been in love with you since the day I first met you.