to you this might sound a bit odd
but you are the place, where all my thoughts go hiding
Some things you can’t forget about, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you numb your brain with gin. Somehow I am going to try and make this piece as obscure as possible because you never know who might be reading and well it would be cool if all the suspects thought this was about them (and not because they are so vain) as opposed to the one saying ah buggering ha, I knew it! Does that sound vain? That I have more than one potential reading my nonsense? Yeah? Well yah boo sux, that’s the way it is.
because of you, I forget the smart ways to lie
because of you, I’m running out of reasons to cry
I’m sitting writing this overlooking some south Sydney trees. I thought of you all the way here on the plane from Auckland. I thought of you this morning when I had my first cup of coffee. I think about you more than you think I do, and I can’t say exactly what it is I think but sometimes it makes me cry a little - not because of anything you have done or haven’t done, but because of what I haven’t done and possibly will never do. Or say. To you.
But I can say it here because you don’t know for sure that it’s you I am talking about. I love you.