one hundred

i walked into an empty room
wearing a shirt that you would like
i knew
at once that you weren't there
and so i talked to this guy
who was nice
but he wasn't you

and last year on a wednesday
we put our love away
for a later time,
for a later time

but now, palms to the sky,
we'd give it all away
for another life,
for another life

the room sat in my hands
as i asked myself why
i was wearing a shirt
i knew
you'd notice, and maybe let me know
but it slipped through my fingers
like my words with this yahoo
who liked art
who wasn't you

palms to the sky
we'd give it all away
feet to the floor
our paths are separating
separating

and all that i wanted
was something called happy
and you changed the way that i was thinking
you changed the way that i was thinking