I finally wrote you the letter
W/ all the things i've been meaning to say
But i was walking to your apartment
& the letter fell out of my pocket on the way
Seven pages on 16th street
I lost my words under tires & feet
& you'll probably never have a clue
Coz i'll probably never say a thing to you
I've been watching out the window of the bus
Every time it passes by
Just to see if you were outside
Smoking cigarettes & passing time
I think of things that i wanted to say
When i ride by almost every day
But you'll probably never have a clue coz
I'll probably never say these things to you