She waits for me to choose to be what I cannot see
The gap that lies between the way things possibly may be
'Till then please take this gift, for you, from me
The sound that filled the air, the parking lot I met you there
Our backs pressed to the wall, the timing that could never draw the right sort of frame around you and I
I can't imagine that you might, but if you'd like, I'd like to See you around me a little more, who knows
Just hope that's its before, Our moment passes right on by
Exactly why I try to hold on to that feeling that you give me
The brief times that you are near me...
credits
from Stuff I Wrote...,
released January 22, 2010
Music and Lyrics written by Tristan Shinnick
