called her last night

and i read her a line from my favorite book of poetry


and i, i started to cry

she asked me what was wrong

don't worry, it's not you, it's me

i never knew

half the stories told to me

stories like the sun is blue

and i, i never knew

half the time i spent with her

i wish to god i spent it all with you



she called me last night

she read me a line from her favorite book of poetry

and i, she started to cry

i said what's wrong with you

she said don't worry, it's not you, it's me

well it's plain to see

every time you look at me

you wish to god it was her with you

well i never knew

all the time you look at me

i wish to god i gave her away from you

see my baby now

all the poetry is written about you somehow

and every time i read the little line of poetry

i just think about just you and me



she called me last night

and we talked for what seemed like the very first time

and we, we began to see

life is too short to run away from everything, she reads

i don't know what you've done to me

i don't care anymore, can't you see

i just want love, just want love

it's not hard, just let me know

because every time i read a line from the book

i realize the poetry, that poetry was written bout you and me

all this poetry is written bout just you and me

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