It’s funny, I never said your name, despite all the times I thought it
It’s funny, I miss holding your hand, even though I was always worried that I was holding it wrong
I liked seeing you smile without having to say a single word
I liked hearing you laugh when I finally told a joke loud enough to be heard
I liked everything you had to say, I clung to every word
The whole thing was absolutely absurd
It’s funny, I don’t know what came over me
It’s funny, because I think I fell real hard real fast
And you were just skipping along
I guess I am just glad I had it at all
It was nice, but it couldn’t last
The only thing to do is keep going
I hope you’re doing all right
I know you’re doing all right
Sometimes I hate you and I’m sorry
Sometimes I love you and I’m sorry
acoustic majesty and heartfelt lyricism from the man of the hour and my dear bosom buddy, Matt May. try it with his other album, Derivatives; they make an excellent pair grown honesty well