You know I don't really mind I'll try anything once At least that's what people tell me You say you've known me the longest, longer than anyone Yet I've written things for them and never you And its always been poetry at its finest So I sat down because I knew I had to get this thing done And there was nothing going on upstairs Something that you've told me to realize for some time now I put down my pen and then it came to me And although its only been a month I think it turned out fine One more thing, this one's for you It seems to happen when the mind's a waste And I'm feeling justified for the things I say Like, "I want to see you and I won't take long Yeah, I've got to see you and I won't take long"