under a cloud and over a matter of regret we sat and smiled at the punch

funny in the way you laughed when i tried to sing.

and now i'm trying to hold this smile high enough for you to see

but still i catch you having to look down.

and did i tell you i drove past your house last night and saw the broken bikes on your lawn?

it made me think of us and what went wrong.

if i came to your house would you come for a drive?

we could talk of how we haven't talked and of how i miss you so.