I know you wonder why I don't often say hello, well you remind me of a girl to which my heart is glued. And I figure that my thoughts would be better off untied, to the choked up smile she gave meon the night I said goodbye. And it's killing me to say this just once in awhile with no knowing of friendships in this bleak stretch of time. Well I'll be honest when I tell you, and I hope you choke up and smile like she did in New York, but I don't want you to let go, unless she's taking your place and then I'll let go and finally compose my face, and this room and these eyes and this horrible state will be gone and erased from my pitiful brain. And I won't know the outcome of all my mistakes and oh can I wait.