you show up in my head to remind me of what I did,
I wanted roses, you picked me daisies,
I would have loved them, if I was not so lazy,
you show up in one more song,
I guess it’s my good luck to know you at all,
to know you at all..
we live and learn at different rates,
it’s taken longer in my case,
thought it was 6 of one, just like they say,
so I mastered leaving before I learned to stay,
you show up in my dreams,
and I don’t know what that means,
just what that means..
I saved your letters in the bottom drawer,
but I don’t read them any more,
I wanted roses, you gave me rain,
and for a moment I felt no shame,
you show up in my dreams,
and I wonder what that means,
yeah, you show up in too many songs,
I guess it’s my good luck to know you at all,
to know you at all,
to know you at all…
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