You're Written On The Streetlights
You know I’m a fool when my mind thinks of you,
And I quiver at the ways you looked at me the whole way through.
There’s no doubt I have a mission ahead of me,
Where I must learn to live without you and really be happy.
That’s an issue I think I’ll never overcome to be fair,
Happiness is a foreign concept like the colour of your hair.
And when I see your face or see your name in time,
Maybe I might see you as a lesson and not just another crime.
I hope you sit there too and think all about who I am,
While I lay awake at night and question if you ever gave a damn.
I’ve suppose I’ve got another 60 years or so of life I suspect,
In which I hope I’ll forget every part of me you currently affect.
All my friends, well they must be so tired of your name,
Especially when there’s Dom out there feeling just the bloody same.
He loved and he lost and his heart still yearns for her,
Just like me he’s fighting his way from a place where I can concur.
Time will tell as they say and I pray that is really true,
Because I’m tired of walking these streets and thinking I saw you.
Healing a fragile heart takes another delicate hand,
Of a person who has felt just the same in another lifetime spanned.
Sweet dreams my love and hold those letters I wrote you tight,
As you watch your boy grow up and remember me in another light.
We were a case of the right person at the wrong time in life,
And we can be forgiven for thinking we’d be there through all the strife.
So this is where I will sign off for the last time my dear,
Goodbye and good luck to you for the rest of this new year.
