i finally wrote you the letter
with all the things i've been meaning to say
but i was walking to your apartment
& the letter fell out of my pocket on the way
seven pages on 16th street
i lost my words under tires & feet
& you'll probably never have a clue
coz i'll probably never say these thing to you
i've been watching out the window of the bus
every time it passes by
just to see if you were outside
smoking cigarettes & passing time
i think of things that i wanted to say
when i ride by almost every day
but you'll probably never have a clue coz
i'll probably never say a things to you