Thursday, May 22, 2008

blame canada

What makes you so special, really? what
is it about you that has me moping
even after one hundred and fifty nine days?
oh yes, i counted; did you think i would not?
Everyone knows I remember more than I should
of the things they say when they're not
sure they mean any of it

The problem with being me
is that I always find
a way to find
meaning in everything