Sunday, March 28, 2010

gnidaer peek

.uoy htiw thgif ot gnilliw si enoemos esuaceb evol rof thgif dluohs uoy taht ezilaer lliw uoy epoh tsuj i ,daetsni .hguorht tnew uoy selbuort eht fo esuaceb evol thgif ton od .noitautis ysae na s’ti ,hguoht ,lufhturt eb ot .drah s’ti flesruoy gnillet er’uoy esuaceb drah ylno s’ti :uoy fo tnorf ni thgir s’tahw ezilaer dluow uoy hsiw tsuj i .uoy dnuora enoyreve dna flesruoy truh uoy ,dne eht ni .t’nseod ti dna ...tuo krow ot gniog si gnihtyreve taht flesruoy ecnivnoc ot evah uoy nehw gnignellahc s’ti .ko tuo ti ekam ot gniog er’uoy rehtehw ,ton ro uoy ot gniyl era sgnileef ruoy rehtehw ,dnuorg sah ni eveileb uoy gnihtyna rehtehw gnirednow drah yrev s’ti

but i still drive the buick. and that park is still where we left it. and those lyrics i wrote haven't changed. and you're still the only one who was on the other line. and i still think you're beautiful and i always hope you're having a great day. whether or not you believe me when i say that i'm still thinking about you, i am. you can still cry in front of me, not alone in your bed. we could still reopen that bed and breakfast.
don't let me be the only one sweeping up our glass.
i can't do this alone.

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