There's so many things that I could say to you,
To try to bring you back to my front porch when the leaves fall.
They're just memories.
Your eyes lit up the room when the lights were out,
And all I saw was your face.
But you don't speak to me anymore.
And Fall was the flick of a lighter.
To get you back, should I buy a pint of whiskey again?
All those nights in my bedroom when you laid on me (led me on),
And told me about past boyfriends, yet you've never had your first kiss.
I just want to be your first kiss.
Every weekday morning, my alarm clock screams your name,
And you're the first thing in my head.
But you've got me feeling so bad for what I did.
What did I do? I could write another song for you.
Notes got old,
And field hockey games I spent with you are nothing to what I feel for you.
Phone calls - I check the phone just to see if you've called.
Every hour I've spent on the phone with you,
Isn't as long as my seconds without you.
Parties, when the nights get short and my temper is the same.
And my patience is just a metaphor to the cigarette that's burning down.
"It was all on the tip of my tongue," your tongue.
Horoscopes tell me that we should be alone . . . atleast for a while.
But I'd do anything just to be near you when I put another Camel out,
Or when I finish another fifteen-minute piano song.
But you run away; you're always on your feet,
And I just wanted to meet you again.
Don't cry, because when you cried I could hold you,
But I'm not welcome to that anymore.
All these nights on my front porch, waiting for someone to take us away,
Are just memories.
I should have taken you away right then, but I'm not welcome to it anymore.
There's a memory of you - early Fall -
On my street in the dark with nothing but an undershirt on.
And a cigarette in my mouth, and I took it out and exhaled,
Just to kiss you but I know you didn't notice.
And my acoustic on the front porch,
Sing another song of pillars - but the stage collapse.
It was once set. But I miss you and our football games.
To say that I am sorry would be the minimum, so I miss you.
