Untitled.. (not really a good title)

(someone was about to leave the city, so I thought this might be a nice thing to give)

good to be good, to be what you should
sometimes it ain’t the way you would
got to be strong, but don’t get this wrong
this ain’t a lesson, it’s just a song

you’ve been forced to behave with the things you don’t have
i said, “pick whatever you like most”
“throw away those goddamn jokes!”

oh baby, though it’s sad to let you go
and i guess you feel it more than i know
but maybe just in a year or two
we’ll find ourselves don’t feel blue
anymore..

oh baby, we might find somebody new
who we can trust and share our dreams too
the memory, become a piece of me and you
that’ll be shining like a sun and moon

then maybe just in a year or two
we won’t find ourselves feel blue
anymore..

_March 07_