The Month of May

There was a song in my room I wanted you to hear.
It had colors and rhythms and a story most dear.
But I kept it to myself out of sorrow and fear.
That you would hear it too soon and never come near.

But you heard it anyway and it made you laugh.
You saw me too soon and your eyes cut me out in half.

But I laugh, too, and I didn't want it to end.
This time togrther with the boy who gave me this painful yen.

You think I am an interesting stranger.
I have a secrets you don't know that could be a danger.
I have lies that would hurt me to share.
But truths that could comfort me if you care.

So why don't I Stop now.
Why don't I take a bow.
I can't say with words in a song.
Things that can't be found in time no matter how long.
We sit together and talk of everything that might go wrong.

But let's not talk, let's not say.
We can't see where we are, we don't know the way.
Let's just say we have today.
We have today.
And if that is enough to keep fate from asking us to pay.
Then I will stay beside you until the month of May.
I will stay beside you any kind of way.
Boy, this is all I want to say.
Until the month of May.

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