Monday, December 19, 2005

on mornings like these

anyway i am looking
maybe too hard
for something to take the edge off
someone to remind me
that my mirror isn't reflecting what all my friends see
either way i'd like you to hold my warm body
and just fold away the night
two hearts can't help eachother
when we can't help ourselves
but you take good care of me
i'll take good care of me.
i try to sleep at night
and memorize things i'd like to say to you
but by morning all is forgotten.
and my notebook is never by bedside.