Wednesday, January 21, 2009

The Mixed Tape

This is morning
It's when I spend the most time
Thinking 'bout what I've given up
This is a warning
When you start the day just to close the curtains, you're
Thinking 'bout what I've given up

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again,
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of

It was you I was thinking of

I read your letter
The one you left when you broke into my house
Retracing every step you made
And you said you meant it
And there's a piece of me in every single
Second of every single day
But if it's true then tell me how it got this way

Where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I'm writing you a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I rearrange the songs again
This mix could burn a hole in anyone
But it was you I was thinking of

It was you I was thinking of

And I can't get to you
I can't get to you
And I can't get to you, you, you

And where are you now?
As I'm swimming through the stereo
I conduct a symphony of sound
Where are you now?
As I'm cutting through you track by track
I swear to God this bitch could sink the sun
But it was you I was thinking of

It was you I was thinking of

And where are you now?
And where are you now?

This is my mix tape for her
It's like I wrote
Every note
With my own fingers

2 comments:

David said...

did something happen?

David said...

let me know how it turns out. when you mentioned long beach that sparked some interest of mine and after looking at Cal State Long Beach I dont think I would mind going there. However I would probably be at Long Beach City College for a year to establish residency so it would be chaper for me. I honestly just want to get the hell out of Arizona if you know what I mean. I miss seeing rain, water on the ground, etc. I've lived in Arizona long enough. Its time to get out.