Tuesday, December 8, 2009

consider this a letter that i never sent
however inconsiderate it seems
do you still consider me
consider me the boy you laughed with
or you learned to live without - i suck
i know i'm late
i know you waited

you wouldn't get me on the phone
and you couldn't make me not alone

my phone bills stacked up by my bedside
with your picture, you're looking surprised
you're what makes new england so great
my island nights are all spent dying
wait for summer to become wrought with lips
my wishful thinking

you wouldn't get me on the phone
and you couldn't make me not alone
yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt
i'm a national phenomenon
nothing's absolutely definite til it's absolutely definitely gone

i never thought this day would end
i never thought tonight could ever be this close to me
so let my hands stray past the boundaries of your back
to get you breathing
and get this started

you wouldn't get me
you wouldn't get me
you wouldn't get me on the phone
yeah you're a blue eyed lightning bolt
i'm a national phenomenon
nothing's absolutely definite til it's gone

:)

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