Long handwritten note, deep in your pocket
words, how little they mean, when you're a little too late
I stood on the tracks, your face in a locket
Good girls, hopefully they'll be and long will wait

in dreams, i meet you in warm converstation
we both wake in lonely beds, different cities
and time is taking its sweet time erasing you

I've been in absolute sadness of how much I miss Grandville Island and all its fresh fruit. I wish the city I lived in had a public market like the one the island has. I never tasted such sweet and fresh tasting fruit before! my mouth was in heaven and i spent every last penny of mine on my last bag of grapes. I sat there looking out towards the city's landscape and the oceans blue while i munched down on my bag of fruit. I soaked in all its beauty for i knew this was my last day there until summer next year. And now I count the days till I return back to the Island and see all its beauty again. 

One day I'm going to wake up, roll over onto my side, and kiss the love of my life good morning.

It just seems like now days everybody is either an artist or photographer or a writer and it just seems to me that everybody is trying so hard to be different, because basically we all just end up the same in the end.

you will be okay, again in time
tears will fall all day, and ever climb
and your not inspired, you're waiting to be
eyes will get tired when waiting to fall asleep

you will be okay, to love again
and you will find your way in a crowd of friends
and i'll be a smile when you're open with me
when your so tired of wanting to be, someone else

darling you will be okay in time

mr. mac and espresso

I've been thinking

I've been thinking about these funny things i remember
like the time we held hands on the walk home in September
and the words you were feeding from the book that you were reading
i never understood them quite, but i wanted too (yea i wanted too)

I know I'm not the only one who loves you
and I know I'm not the only one who cares
and the love song that I wrote for you will never be your favorite
but i wont take it back, i wont take it back

i know its not original to say that I've missed you
but that's what keeps coming back to me
like the dusty old folk song in the key of C
something that can only be, a memory

I've have never been that good with words
but i hope you see, you mean so much to me