I felt brave so I wrote down what I thought
I passed it back up to you in a dream
Turns out I still write you my love but now it's different
Your name has changed your appearance has followed suit
Poets may hold the key to why my eyes deceive me
I guess it's a complex I had
After all we're all so unoriginal with the words of affection
My friend I swear to you now it's harder alone
But I think I've found what I've been looking for
In a song I wrote to pass my time
It's hard to say that this is not personal
Although I feel so typical in the phrase that we used to say
This is a war between love and being free
Man I've got it bad I found the key to save me
It's just as bad that I want to lose it again for anything
To the poets I'll drink my sorrows back to health within me
Home I've found you once before
It's still so cold on your floor
My mistakes have put me back in your loving arms
I can't say I still have the heart to stomach this
The key to all of this is fear do you miss when I called you dear
But love just seems so impossible with you
Sweetie I've lost myself like that poem I wrote you
Back when I was trapped in a catholic school
And you weren't there your face has changed in so many ways
I guess the poets of my mind were right
Why do I always apologize?
For all of your waiting but I just want to hold you
But then again your right it can never be
Man I've got it bad for you
But I just can't say I love you
Without pouring the well down my throat
I guess I'm not as brave as I felt