Wait another day, your mind keeps saying
and this little lie you seem to be portraying.
The dog backing out in the street.
The feeling that you're still incomplete.
How can longing make you feel so alone?
How can joy just come from a simple phone?
How can it all just be so simple of you and me?
How come I seem to be too blind to see?
Hmmm, maybe I should have told you it all
and not played to hard to get and trying to stall?
Maybe I should have told you how I knew I felt.
How good you looked and how wonderful your smelt,
How the hours passed like days in your hands
and I haven't seen your pretty smile in all the lands.
How lucky I was just to get to be there
to be in your grace, touching your hair.
How stupid I was to let you pass on by
but then again, I blame that on me being high.
Maybe life dealt us the hand we deserve
like the chipmunk and the car that didn't swerve.
Maybe it's just because you know it
but when it comes to game you always blow it.
So maybe you should just pack on up and go home
since it seems the players always go alone.

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard