Okay

I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about you now.
I see you walking with friends and I always want to smile or wave;
even though I don’t really have anything to say to you.
I can see now, you’re happy. You’re able to do things.
And it’s not really my place to mess it all up again.
So I decide against it, and keep walking with my eyes glued to my feet.
Maybe I think too much.

I Guess

You left yourself in different places only I can see;
I took a drive downtown, and I saw your ghost in the record store.
I read a book, and the protagianist was a reflection of you.
You’re the coffee and the smoke of a passer-by.
Maybe if I could take it all back, you’d glace at me again.

It’s Cool

Half of me wants to forget you, and all the things we did.
And I wish we never met, and I wish you never brought me to all the beautiful places.
Because now they only remind me of you.
Sitting under a bridge, but above the treetops we sat and listened on the fourth of July.
It makes me sad that we colored our lungs black together.
But, hey, it’s not you- it’s me.