three years ago you promised to marry me
I was only fourteen
not like that really
means anything

it never meant much to you
who was on the verge of something new
found time to spare; an hour or two
as long as all of us knew

and you
and me
and him
knew things could change like the wind

our trust was thick
but our blood, paper thin
and were all sick
still thought we could win

Austin, my city,
my concrete joy
Austin, have pity,
my sweet boy

maybe i should write back
you sent a message to which i never replied
even so i’d tell you a thousand lies
in reality, i cut you off and i don’t know why

maybe i should write back
cause you always had the best jokes
always had that charming knack
but never got to meet my folks

maybe i should write back
maybe the stars lost their shine
connecting planets in a thin line
a gossamer thread; the universe’s spine

maybe i should write back
i feel guilty just watching
hoping you’ll look and catch me gawking
i hope in my absence you continue talking

maybe i should write back
instead of leaving pages torn
in love was wear i had sworn
that i’ll walk because i was born

i’ll send you a message with no tact
no heart, no emotion, just paper flat
making excuses for the bravery i lack
maybe i should write a letter back