The Letters, Etc.

Classic air is a vacuum where you are not, and Im a can of Coke flattened by a thousand cars. How strange to be strangers after what we was. In a soft separate life with heart, we held the center part of us. We met at your show, July 4th, at the park in the afternoon. We got together that next winter the magnolia bloomed. We made a home, we had a life, Florida, Spain, and Cancun. Then I had doubts, we rotted out, I acted like a fool. Then I was back on my own, yeah I'm being alone. I guess it's my own damn fault. I will not call Maria, The letters were a last ditch effort, rattle of death. Maria, You go east and I'll go west, between us, breath. Maria. Now that I've simmered in the truth, I'm feeling stupid as hell. Took you to Ada Lea to say my love for you is real. Still. But you had me looking silly, It only clicked right now— it was just three days from when you met Philly in Nashville. So now I'm back on my own, yeah I'm being alone. My heart is open, I leak it. Your art is 'Everything's a Secret'. Maria, Go see about the one you've found, I'll be around. Maria, Mars and me from here on out, make us proud. Maria. When you see me, you know what we shared. Do you still care? If you need me, I will be there. I will be there. Maria, Maybe I'm at bottom but I'll climb the totem, yeah. Maria, Now I see you were right though, your shift wasn't psycho. Maria, You met a nice beau at his hype show, that's just life bro. Maria.