1.23.2004 :::
Just To Remember
How can it matter, why you, brushed your hair today.
Do you rememeber that there were games, games
we used to play.
Without the lovers and the indescretions, why did those
days go away.
You allude to the pink bunnies in your, your hidden dreams.
Asking me and God, what all of this means.
I am drifting on a cloud, to you or somewhere in your
direction it seems.
I'll grow up, and remember all the stories that we made.
Stay young as long as you can until the world picks you
up and makes you fade.
What was it that old man to us once said.
A thing, a diddy about young loves not missing chances.
To go out to the grass fields and remember all the
unlonely dances.
Just to remember all those old time romances.
Now it's too late, cause you are new and I am used, I
now love you, because of miles.
I vow to make things right, and I drive to the nearest
telephone while my finger dials,
But the station you're on doesn't come in on my radio,
my devil smiles.
Everywhere I look there are demons bought and sold,
Love stories to be told.
But you are too young, and I too old.
::: posted by Matthew at 12:19 PM
