lyricizing

have been listening to this song on repeat. No, really. Because my ipod is frozen, it will only play this one song. I guess there are worse songs it could be stuck on (for example, I do have Wannabe, by the Spice Girls loaded onto my ipod). But now I've listened to it so much that it has sort of become my anthem and every line is starting to ring true.

What I want to say: I love you. I miss you. I'll follow you to Philadelphia. I'll follow you to Botswana. I'll follow you anywhere, because you make me happy.

What I actually say: Things are pretty good. Am I dating? Well, yeah, I guess.. but nothing serious.

It's true. I am. (Thursday pm, Dinner Plans.) But it's not the whole truth. There's so much of it that I'm not saying.

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that's far away
And when I'm done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
I'm no longer moved to drink strong whisky
'Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter's still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don't want you thinking I don't get asked to dinner
'Cause I'm here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you