It’s another birthday
Don’t think I forgot; I didn’t
Had to really feel it
Can’t say something and then say ‘I didn’t mean it’
It’s easy for me to serenade you every few minutes
Easier to sit around and weave something really witty
Walk to the store – buy you something really pretty
But those things are fleeting, can’t stay with it
A question; what do you think you mean to me?
Someone to call only when it’s convenient?
Someone I only smile at in pretense?
To you; what do I compare?
Woke up today; my chest really heavy
Was sick yesterday but today woke up healthy
Looked out of the window now, the skies are grey
But I can draw a smile on those clouds for you today.