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...