Why do I keep writing about you?
It was shallow , it was brief
It was cops and a thief
Under this spell that was cast
But its nice while it lasts
I think about the way we met
I could tell you liked my jokes so I wrote you dozens
And Sometimes they would worked
Witty lines and laughing times
Maybe that's what sparked the attraction
Though I know you'd deny there was any
We spoke a lot
From morning to night
We told each other stories
About the difficulties of our past lives
About the ever changing present
And what we wanted in our future
I read your works and I wish you'd write about me
But you don't write about love
You write about the stains on your soul
About the lights that go out in this house of optimism
About the scorch marks on your flag as it falls
I wanted to nurture that
Show you to write about a rose, a candy day, a hot afternoon in may
But then it was over
Not sure how to feel
It was barely even real
It was shallow, it was brief
So I will not show any grief
