Finally wrote you the letter
With all the things i've been wanting to say
But I was walking to your apartment
& the letter fell out of my pocket on the way
Seven pages on 16th street
I lost my words under tires and feet
And you'll probably never have a clue
Cause I'll probably never say a thing to you
I've been watching out the window of the bus
Every time it pa**es by
Just to see if you'd be outside
Smoking cigarettes and pa**ing time
I'd think of things that I wanted to say
When I ride by almost every day
But you'll probably never have a clue
Cause I'll probably never say these things to you