i'm sorry that i never called, but i was out, i didn't
get the message that you sent. i figured it was better
left alone. i think about it all the time and i've got
half a dozen letters that i'll never send, they'll sit
and gather dust there by the phone.
and we stayed out to watch the sunrise
from the tracks down by the high rise
and you were singing to yourself
wearing sneakers that i borrowed
have them back to you tomorrow
and i was thinking to myself
i'm sorry, don't worry, we'll leave awkwardness alone
express my, regret by, never picking up the phone
the winters here are very cold and i don't know if i will
stick around another year, my patience and my blood are
wearing thin
and in my head i still see times that you and i can put
aside whatever differences, it's too damn bad things
worked out like they did