there are some wounds time wont heal
sittin here writin exactly how i feel
whos to say ill always feel this way?
all i know is for now . . .
i acted pretty stupid a million times
yes-no-yes-no-yes-no i always change my mind
reliable as ever til i turn on a dime
love you then ignore you what a waste of time
i miss you like i miss N-Y-C
trav’lin on a road lonely as can be
thinkin of a lost opportunity
i did this to myself, what’s wrong with (me?!) —
it seems all i ever do is drink coffee
write record and pretend it’s enough
writin love songs aint therapy –
writin love songs wont write you off
when you are in some foreign land
holding in yours someone elses hand
do i creep into your thoughts or am i banned
do i creep in your thoughts ever?
sometimes i forget about you
a day a week a month or two
but then somehow you’re back in view
so i cant say i never (ever)
fifty-thousand-million fish in the sea
that’s twenty for u that must leave one for me
oh my god i should feel so lucky
wishin on a fishin rod…
but i feel so low-down lookin down
so i look up where clouds abound
and i spy a funky new york town
and i prey on that instead
cause lately as i walk these streets
of rainbow-puddled-cold-concretes
the question i ask aint discreets
but still they’re ones i dread
and they go like this — dont write em down
youll never remember – youve already drowned
the thought of me – once so profound –
once the only thing that made your heart-boom sound…
is now a shadow cast upon a distant sea
never to be featured again prominently
and it hurts so bad it’s kinda hard to breathe:
how come you never miss me
how come you never kiss me
Why Not Don’t Resist Me?
