Bright, my little bluesboy
you smile too much
let's see a nice frown
don't touch so much
he made it look fun
what's done is done
I am so stupid
you are so young
and still I'd have to say
that now and then I'd cry to see your smile
still I have no reason
I have no rhyme
I'm out of your time
you're out of town
a difference not in years
but in the distance from a place that I look through
you cried for me twice
and I have hope, but not enough, no not enough
no not so little that
I'd dare to tie the rope
she lied for you twice
she doesn't like me
I understand but
she isn't nice
and I sat by the window
you wrote a story
you think I'm evil
I hope you're wrong
and still I felt a spark
when it's implied that I had been a good thing
once
I'm still dumb
but you're still young, but not enough, no not enough
no not so old that you could
realize what you've done.
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