Leslie (as usual)

This is a song that will be on my next album.

Wake up in the morning got outta my bed
I got crazy thoughts runnin ‘round in my head
Grabbed my shoes and laced ‘em on my feet
I’m headed outside, gonna walk down the street
I’ve got seven different ways to ask you out tonight
I walked into the bar and walked out in a fight

I wrote you a letter and don’t remember when
You wrote one back sayin’ don’t write again
That you’re tired of reading my messy hand
And you’re trying to see it but you can’t understand
I told her I could write more legibly
But she said, “Honey, just quit writing to me.”

Walking up and down the blocks
Hear the ticking of a thousand clocks
Listen to the leaves brush across the street
It sounds like rain but it burns like heat
Wonder if I’ll ever see her again
It was over from the beginning
So I’ll start at the end

She told me it was over
So I stopped trying to get closer
She asked if we could still be friends
I told her that was something I could not comprehend
I asked her why she had to be that way
And she answered, “every day is the same day.”

Things were starting to go wrong
I should have seen it all along
Nothing was really working out
And I was beginning to have my doubts
My money was starting to run low
And I didn’t have many places left to go

We were talking of American dreams
And how love could be a painful thing
I was singing in the coffee shops
She said her love could never stop
Planning ahead through the Nashville nights
Kissing under trees, and catching fireflies

Reviews

[Floornine]

I love the pace and feeling of this piece, it made me just want to keep reading. I could hear this out of the mouth of a poet or a musical artist and I like that veratility and rythm. The rhyme scheme could have been constricting if exicuted more poorly, but you really used your words well. The ending was lovely as well. Very nice.

[~angelalala~]

i loved this piece. at first it almost reminds me of that beatles song "woke up, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head.." just normal everyday things a person does then into a poem about a lost love. 2 lines really struck a chord in me "it was over from the beginning So I'll start at the end" & "she answered, "every day is the same day."" i love these lines. great write.