Two Years
It’s been two years
And I swore I’d write back
About the times I’ve had
And all the nights that are in the past
So as I sit down I’ll play your favorite record of the year
And watch the needle dig its grooves
Into a vinyl so frequently used
So as this record spins,
The tales begin
You tried so hard to mold me with your hands
But clay can’t settle when you don’t give it a chance
But now that you’ve left,
I’ve taken the time to mold myself from your sketch
And love, this clay is dry,
But now you’ve found better materials to work by
It’s been two years
And I swore I’d write back
But there are still too many ideas that seem to lack
A good use, an excuse for ink
So I’ve been sitting down and trying to think,
But the memories I wish I never had
Always seem to overpower the memories I wish could last
And I’m afraid that they’ll get the best of me
You tried so hard to mold me with your hands
But clay can’t settle when you don’t give it a chance
But now that you’ve left,
I’ve taken the time to mold myself from your sketch
And love, this clay is dry,
But now you’ve found better materials to work by
We used to lay around and we’d listen to “Stolen”
You used to be the best one, of the best ones
But now I can lay and listen alone
And it’s been two years
So how much longer will I be alone?
