Lletres: Jaymay. Sea Green. See Blue.

"wont you miss me ?" you said inside grand central station
and your eyes grew red and wild before the chasin
i felt your body move through my coat
i felt you footstep silent but
-heavy, you followed me onto the shuttle
tapped my shoulder one last time ... that was all
hmmmm
i miss winter just because i miss when i knew you best
i miss the typewriter in the basement, i miss making your room . . a mess
i miss not being misused
i miss it all, so i guess i lose
sea green, see blue
hmmmmm
september 2 to april 13th, but whos counting?
song after song after song after song amounting into mountains
he told me you beat her up
behold the "super keith" on the cup
what's up, enoughs enough, where's my morning coffee?
i regret every single thing i ever said, i said those things too softly
hmmmm
there was you, there was me in the room with the alcoholic guest
you asked if we should sleep on these cardboard sheets i said "yes, okay, let's"
the sculptor we hardly knew
his limbs were lying askew
sea green, see blue
hmmm
you tossed your phone fifity feet in the air, i cant believe you caught it
you said whatever you wanted to as long as you thought it should be true
you dream, you make movies, you dance,
moved to montreal . . . to be closer to france
how's that working out, hows the music, hows the food
i know you wont stay there forever, i know youre gonna move . . . again
hmmmm
this is crazy, but i know i left you to be with your art
you always put me first, and somehow that broke my heart
it's not my place to choose
my first love, and my only muse
sea green, see blue
hmmmmm