It used to be so easy
to please you.
Now maybe it's all the same,
but it doesn't feel that way.
I want to give you lilacs,
but they're no longer growing on the side of our house.
Well maybe they are,
but we're no longer growing there.
I want to give you a drawing that means so much more than words,
but my pencils don't seem as heart-warming
and all my crayons are broken.
The florist could be open,
but I don't have much money,
and if I did, I'd waste it
on coffee.
I'm sorry I'm never here.
I'm sorry I cause you aggravation.
I'm sorry that when I'm here, I never shut my mouth.
If I could cook, I'd make dinner every night.
If I wasn't so shy, I'd always give you hugs.
Please believe me...I didn't stop caring.
I just stopped trying to please you
because I wanted to please myself.
Turned out,
I did a lousy job on both ends.
Admit it.

02/14/2006