I 4AVE BEEN YOU

I 4AVE BEEN YOU;

I’ve been me,

some fancy labeling.

 

I’ve sung songs that couldn’t save me,

stayed up till three,

you were bearly mumbling.

 

I can’t write our story; we’re still in it,

this revision isn’t quite finished,

with one thousand dollars you turned me into a thousand words,

but they’re fuzzy, unfocused;

not easily heard.

 

Unfocused and fuzzy,

that’s a clear picture;

raw color of our actual temperature.

 

35 down, yet so much to see;

I guess that means something different to you than to me.

inside jokes and sore throats

hot nights to warm coats

 

I scratched into your chest,

you scratched into my soul;

I guess your pretty marks soon will be dull

 

We came out strong,

then got things wrong,

new characters, stolen lyrics,

but the same old song