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Nov 2010
i'msorrythere'sgottabeabetterwaytodothisbutyougottaknowit'sjustth­at



when i
wrote you that
letter, all
scribbles and
nothings i
kissed every
page although
i knew that
you'd never know

i was all
kinds of ******
up and i
don't mean i
was on some
thing this time
just that you
make me feel
nervous and
cautious, like
i want you
to think i'm
smart think i'm
charming and
worthwhile

and you see
i'm not so
used to that
because for
me it's so
easy to
tell them it
means nothing
tell them i'm
not looking

and that's what
i want what
i wanted
where i was
but then i
lifted my
gaze that day
from my thoughts
to the way

your laugh would
follow up
from the words
off my tongue
and noticed
i could not
care less bout
anything
else else else

so then we
kept it all
going and
you know how
it happens
one look sticks
too long and
there lies the
problem, so

so you push
and you push
and i get
pushed a
way but i'll
just keep on
talking i'll
just keep on
crossing my
digits that
there's something
there's something
there's something
there's something

cause the way
i see it
i think you're
just scared i
think that you're
scared of the
things i could
make you feel

maybe it's
because of
what they did
to you be
fore we met
but for one
reason or
another
that's just the
way that it
is but i
will not be
okay with
that be just
fine with it
'cause i see
through your ****

so i push
and i push
and you feel
pushed away
but that's the
opposite
effect i'd
like my ac
tions to take

so what do
i say what
can i do
i get out
the bottles
i get out
the dealers
i play through
charades and
i smile
and smile

and i wait
and all of
the while
there's this thought
floating a
round in the
back of my
head and it's
just your name

how it would
feel so nice
to say feel
so nice to
feel like it
was my name
to say was
my name to
hold onto

but then i
get pulled back
to present
timing and
it floats all
the way back
to the back
of my head

then i pick
up old ways
then i sigh
old habits
to replace
what i want
what i want
and i get
lost and get
lost and get
lost and get
lost til i'm
found but til
then i get
lost and get
lost and get
lost and get
lost and well

when i wrote
you that let
ter i was
all kinds of
****** up
and when i
read it i
burned it and
when i burned
it i saw

your name at
the top turn
to ash and
blow away

and it killed
me it killed
me it did
Written by
Brett Cooper
907
   Jake Espinoza
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