| What Face Will You Wear Today? |
| I thought about you today. How silly that I still do that At least once every day After all this time has passed What, 22 years have slipped by Since I last saw your beautiful face. Today it was your punk rock face Yesterday it was the sweet young you With flowing golden hair. Swimming along with me While I surfed the breakwater My own personal mermaid Sigh…I thought we would always be Even if it was as just friends It's as if you fell off the edge of the earth Are you even still alive? I'm in the book, call me We'll do lunch LOL I think I'm afraid Afraid some morning I'll wake up And have forgotten what you looked like It's funny, all those girls and women That I've loved in those 22 years I can't remember hardly any of them A couple of them really loved me But I couldn't return it I tried but it was just different At risk of sounding trite You were truly my soul mate. But in the end I guess I wasn't yours. |
