a dozen roses in the car

and i don't know where you are

maybe i don't know what i'm doing

you're moving like a movie

you still move me

among the other ones

and twos and threes and twenty-threes

got to keep my conscience clean

but that "hurricane what's-her-name"

mentality was not for me

and never could be

cause it surely brings bitter things

and misery





and was it clear?





cause i just wrote a letter

a confession down the ladder

that things could be so much better

and through follow the leader

i met her and then another end

and usually a grudge

but i loved so much

the way we touched and psuedo-kissed

oh i already miss you singing like this

over the phone

every now and every then i tend to pretend





and i say

heaven hits me hard

have you ever had a heaven here

heaven hits me hardly 

have you ever had a heaven here





im not so alone