So I'm making you this tape Full of songs I thought that maybe you would like And I know that it's not much But it's all that I can think to do to make things right I know that every word I say Echos back to yesterday And all the things that I was dumb enough to say I know that every glance at me Reflects what I said you should be But what you are is more than I could ever see I can't help but reminisce As I'm putting in this tape and press record About the songs I sung to you And how you made me want to write a hundred more And that's all forgotten I think of all the poems you write Swimming with you late at night And how we just missed getting it right There's too much that we've been through For me to never talk to you Though I'm unsure of many things, this much is true I'm not asking for the love that you were smart enough to give To someone else I'm just hoping maybe one day I can make up for the pain That you have felt And maybe it's naive to think that consequense could ever close its eyes to me Do do do...