Friday, September 28, 2007

I just don't think i'll ever get over you.

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
When I'm done, I feel like talking.
Without you here, there is less to say.


Don't want you thinking I'm unhappy,
What is closer to the truth,
If I lived till I was 102,
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.

I no longer move to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
If I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.


Your face it dances, it haunts me.
Laughter still ringing in my ears.
I still find pieces of your presence here.
Even...even, after all of these years.

I don't want you thinking that i don't get asked to dinner
Cause all I have to say is that I sometimes do.
And even though I may soon feel the touch of love,
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.


If I live til I was 102,
I just don't think I'll ever get over you.



Sweet. I don't know who i'm in love with yet.

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