Mixtape

So I'm making you this tape

Full of songs I thought that maybe you would like

And I know that it's not much

But it's all that I can think to do to make things right



I know that every word I say

Echos back to yesterday

And all the things that I was dumb enough to say

I know that every glance at me

Reflects what I said you should be

But what you are is more than I could ever see



I can't help but reminisce

As I'm putting in this tape and press record

About the songs I sung to you

And how you made me want to write a hundred more



And that's all forgotten



I think of all the poems you write

Swimming with you late at night

And how we just missed getting it right

There's too much that we've been through

For me to never talk to you

Though I'm unsure of many things, this much is true



I'm not asking for the love that you were smart enough to give

To someone else

I'm just hoping maybe one day I can make up for the pain

That you have felt



And maybe it's naive to think that consequense could ever close its eyes to me



Do do do...