a dozen roses in the car
and i don't know where you are
maybe i don't know what i'm doing
you're moving like a movie
you still move me
among the other ones
and twos and threes and twenty-threes
got to keep my conscience clean
but that "hurricane what's-her-name"
mentality was not for me
and never could be
cause it surely brings bitter things
and misery
and was it clear?
cause i just wrote a letter
a confession down the ladder
that things could be so much better
and through follow the leader
i met her and then another end
and usually a grudge
but i loved so much
the way we touched and psuedo-kissed
oh i already miss you singing like this
over the phone
every now and every then i tend to pretend
and i say
heaven hits me hard
have you ever had a heaven here
heaven hits me hardly
have you ever had a heaven here
im not so alone