I will write a love song
and save it as a draft
I'll send it in ten years or so
unless you've been an ass
How else will I ever know
what I am to do
yesterday has taught me that
things change and so do you
(blessing rained upon me...
and I was happy when
I believed all that I knew and
I earned the love I spent
some clouds parted and sun-dried
some happiness and truth
there is no real thing I know now
what love was left I blew)
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