they catch no fish
i catch cold in my fist
clenched tight in the breeze
barefoot in the trees i scream
for you to find your way to me

will this ever end?
or begin again?
like it always does
i want to start over, but
california's too far and
i'm too close to home
and anything i've ever known
i don't want to wait
adn i can't afford not to

she wonders what inspires me
and i couldn't say you
the things you do
the things you did
i couldn't write enough
but now it's too much
and my day is done,
as i am,
with you

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