Sometimes, and I don't know why, but I just want to see you.
And I'm thinking now what you'd be doing if you were on my bed, beside me.
You can only write when hurt, so, "When did this happen?"
"I don't know, sometime after last week, I guess."
I think I'll just collapse.
See, PCP didn't work; I just sang your song to Michael.
But sometimes, and keep in mind, that I swear to you, I don't know why,
But I just want to see you again.
I forget your eyes, your smile, your hair, your legs;
You're unbelievably entertaining without moving a muscle.
So I guess I didn't forget your green eyes,
Your perfect smile, your long hair, and the way you move.
But don't, please don't run away from me.
Understand, I'd given up. But I'm not like that anymore.
"Hey, wasn't that just yesterday?"
But something's got to give because I can't keep going,
Pretending I don't notice your face,
Or the way your lips move when you talk to me.
"Get out of Fall, we don't sleep there anymore.
"Forget the leaves, the sky, and . . ." Your eyes?
It's not going to happen. Just smoke, and I'll tell you one thing:
You hate my smile and you hate my hair,
But I miss your smile and your hair is everywhere.
These Keller-conversations are quite entertaining, to say the least,
But only because you breathe so beautifully.
If it was anyone else, silence would not be tolerable.
But it's fine, because The Bridge of San Luis Rey got tiring,
Not nearly as bad as Catcher in the Rye.
So I'm sorry; I got carried away again, but goodnight.
And I'd wait for an answer, but since I know better than that,
I'll just stare at you all night.
Quite entertaining, if I do lie to myself. Quel demage.[/u]
