Name:

Notepad

August 13th, 2003

chapel hill, nc

I hope you come around again

I’m sitting in the room where you wrote songs and
I’m thinking about what went wrong hoping that you come around again
I’m thinking about how it all may mend and hoping that you come around again

I don’t need to understand you though it’s hard not to want to try
If we have the privilege to live then it must come with a right to die
And sometimes it’s the strangers than can mend you
and it’s the friends who will rip you to shreds
Somehow it all equals out in the end

So I will stand by your right to fail
Cause we all have our own way of dealing
and seeing it through our own set of eyes
But when you don’t even try, that kills me, when you don’t even try

Upstairs at Trisch’s you’re the book I’ve been reading
In the corner is a shelf and the walls they are bleeding
I’m hoping that you come around again
There’s a tune on the stereo and the voice is familiar
and I hope you come around again

Like a flower in bloom it passes no judgment delivering the tune

And in spite of all we’ve learned about how success is gained
In spite of all your scrubbing your character is stained
But I’ll love you just the same
And I hope you come around again