Booksong - Frisbie

Next year seventeen of April maybe

Wish I could be sure

Not so long since we were practically neighbors

Sleeping on your floor

Feel the chill of the Fall

Two weeks is much too long

Haven’t stayed inside much lately

Dust obscures the walls

Get into the book I wrote

Use it to keep me afloat

'Cause I never see you enough

I never see you enough

To bring you down

Monday writing from the banks of the river

Pictured on the other side

For three days running I’ve been sentimental

With every evening tide

Pencil down to the grooves

Point too dull to prove

There’s no harm in writing

If you know which words to choose

I don’t want you to think

That I’m ready to sink

Or I’m easily sunken

I don’t want you to know

That I’m easily shoved

Like the lonely and drunken

I don’t want you to know me

'Cause I never see you enough

I never see you enough

To bring you down

Get into the book I wrote