Every sunday should be like this:3/2/08



You slipped your way into my life
I didn't even notice you among the rest
They all left me one by one, slowly
I didn't even notice until they were all gone

You were there staring straight at me
you were by my side
I saw you everytime I turned around, you were there
staring at me, wanting my attention, wanting my affection

I used you when it was convenient, but in my mess
you slipped unnoticed out of my life

I searched for you with no avail
Have you truly left like all the rest?
Will you appear somewhere in my big mess,
will you be there to greet me?
My green fender pick, where are you, I miss you