Saturday, January 17, 2009

perfect strangers

i'm writing letters to you in my head
wondering if you at all regret
the thousand times you did not reply
to the words that made it out of my mind

the last time we spoke you told me
i was breaking your heart, now you see here
i would have stayed in that airport for days
if it meant we didn't end up this way

we are perfect strangers

i should have saved up all those kisses
i should have savored every minute
how was i to ever know
how hurt you'd be when i let go

we are perfect strangers
we are perfect strangers

i thought i wouldn't mind
but i think of you sometimes
i guess i'm not fine

we are perfect strangers
we are perfect strangers
we are perfect strangers

i'm writing letters to you with my guitar
i have the feeling they won't reach that far
would you listen if they did
maybe i should copy you and quit


listen

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