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writing you these things
in case you read them
when you’re feeling blue
or if you’re missing me too

I could start a pot of coffee
finish a play
part the sea
walk the dogs
run around the block
but I’m sitting here instead
hoping these reach your mind

I could kiss booze and nicotine
spin a bottle
and pass out instead
but I’m writing you these things
hoping they reach your mind

my knuckles are white
and my wit is shot
my head is splitting
but maybe
these will soothe your mind
and not mine
cause I’m beside of me
and I ain’t got a thing
but hoping you will stay

oh I just want sleep
and confidence to whip me into
shape

and I’ll keep writing you
until the words turn to mush
until the sun burns out
until I’m blue in the face
until you call it a night

so I say tell me what you’re
bound to do
love me or lay away
whichever and I’ll stay

no it don’t make a lick of
sense but missing is all I do