Do you think of me?
well I pretend you do
I haven't heard from you,
but I don't mind.
I write letters
and I write songs
and though I choke on words
I know you feel me.
I rid myself
of all the things
that don't allow me
to be free.
And I hope you've
been doing the same
I hope you've
been doing the same
Your pictures framed,
I know you hear me