Nothing To Say

I remember the way you felt

Your bathing suit was still wet

When you got cold you put my sweatshirt on

And I never got it back.

The sky looked like a watercolor wash

a hot-pink-orange sunset.

And maybe I should have told you how I felt

but I never thought you would believe it.

I figure it is too late now, and

it's sad to think about.

I remember the way you kissed

It was warm like fresh thunder fuzz.

We layed our sleeping bags side-by-side

In whatever town that was.

The sky was soft in pale pastels

Right before the sun came up.

And I could call out your name

but the sound would never reach you

Or I could call you on the phone

and have nothing to say.

I remember the way you laughed

but I try not to think about that.

I remember the night you called and said

you you were tired of being sad

well so was I.

Most nights just look like smeared charcoal

all in shades of grey and black.

And I could call out your name

but the sound would never reach you

Or I could call you on the phone

and have nothing to say.