moving on. being moved. moving forward.

... so i wanted to say...

well-
i just typed and deleted and typed and deleted about a dozen times

lame.

not my style



it's always early when you're awake
it's always late when you don't sleep

so i'm in my favorite time of day
when the sky changes her jeans
and my head was chasing dreams it was inept to catch
but i touched with my fingertips a few roaming thoughts worthwhile enough to let dance around my mind a bit

and there you were
in a doorway speaking of some lyrics you put down somewhere
and in your eyes was a mirror
something familiar
it made me smile

... so i just wanted to say


well- and then there was a lonely coffee cup
and it was shitty
cause it really wanted company that night
and there's nothing wrong with thursday
and coffee loves birthdays
but the coffee didn't want to impose
and the coffee didn't want to be exposed
not like that
she just wanted to be

... i guess all i'm saying


err- then there was that other boy
she seemed so much more interested in
on a step, at a show, so close to her skin
but she really did come for him
that guy in the band
she thought it was nice when he kissed her hand


... so i just wanted to say...


i'm stoked too