I wrote this while in love with a girl I worked with who’d always be reading books on the job
i’ve got so much to say
i don’t want to give it away with a look
but she always has her nose
stuck in that damn book
so i’m quiet till the right time
but everyday just seems wrong
screw the timing, i speak up
to find she’s gone
so i’ll wait till tomorrow i guess
maybe then i’ll know what’s best
i wish it could have been today
i wish – is all i can say
she left me alone and lonely
almost in mid-sentence
i can say it’s no matter of mine
but my shield is showing dents
so i write it all down
and plan to give it to her
but it carries a promise
i know i can’t deliver
well maybe things will be better with me
when i finally learn to set her free
