Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Jim Croce. Morning walks and bedroom talks, oh how I loved you then.
What am I doing? Me, the one that hates change. The one that clings to things she knows aren't good for her, for fear of the unknown. But you aren't unknown, are you? In fact, I know you better than I know him. Better than I could ever know him.
I don't know what to do. I want to see you so badly that I am having trouble concentrating on anything else. Will you come to see me?
Or will it be another two decades?
What am I doing? Me, the one that hates change. The one that clings to things she knows aren't good for her, for fear of the unknown. But you aren't unknown, are you? In fact, I know you better than I know him. Better than I could ever know him.
I don't know what to do. I want to see you so badly that I am having trouble concentrating on anything else. Will you come to see me?
Or will it be another two decades?
