Why, why am I thinking of you?
I haven’t driven past your house, nor talk to anyone that we used to hang around,
Nor is it any special day. Matter fact, it’s a quiet day
With nothing to say
Im in my room letting the music play
Jodeci, Bobby Brown with a little touch of Marvin Gaye
Feeling a little more healthy, the nicotine urge is almost out of me
Still not wealthy, though not in rue
I lay blue, because some of the best years were taken with you
My lovely miss that I miss
If only granted one wish by a genie
I would make a time machine, wouldn’t that be a dream?
I would go back to sixteen, when I used to walk your street,
Before cell phones, a pager and backpack, listening to tapes with my headphones
Vibing to the jamz of 95-
Walked to were your door was and knocked five times
Thinking to myself like Brentonwood “just give me some kind of sign”
Were alone, kissing in your room, sneaking out the window
When your dad arrived
If not allowed to go back in time, at least can I spy?
To the first time, the time I made you cry, so I can give you a tissue
To keep your eyes dry. Or to the first time …Ohh—it felt so new
Or the first time we said “I love you.”
Yup, If only time was granted as I wish, maybe sometimes I wouldn’t be feeling like this
Sometimes, sometimes. I think am alone, and when alone
I start to write, sigh. and think of life
Part of me thinking of kids and a wife
Though almost twenty-five, it still doesn’t feel right.
I should just get in my car & drive…drive away,
Go to Miami, put on shorts n sandals, game face n play
Ride in my drop top Chevrolet
& pick up the finest ladies, the ones that can tame me
But times brings me to crossroads, were my past is re-surfaced
Missing the times of butterflies and how you made me nervous
But it’s not for you to take all this glory, as other women as well
Hold chapters to my story
Where they ink thoughts that made me smile
Others of having fun walking the town, drunk in Hollywood
Were it was dirty but fun times dancing in the mood
Ohh those times made me feel good ;)
But instead, I lay my head to the pillow on my bed
Thinking to the times I left, can’t forget
To which I cannot weep
A time I see again in my sleep when dream
Dream keeping me serene
I haven’t driven past your house, nor talk to anyone that we used to hang around,
Nor is it any special day. Matter fact, it’s a quiet day
With nothing to say
Im in my room letting the music play
Jodeci, Bobby Brown with a little touch of Marvin Gaye
Feeling a little more healthy, the nicotine urge is almost out of me
Still not wealthy, though not in rue
I lay blue, because some of the best years were taken with you
My lovely miss that I miss
If only granted one wish by a genie
I would make a time machine, wouldn’t that be a dream?
I would go back to sixteen, when I used to walk your street,
Before cell phones, a pager and backpack, listening to tapes with my headphones
Vibing to the jamz of 95-
Walked to were your door was and knocked five times
Thinking to myself like Brentonwood “just give me some kind of sign”
Were alone, kissing in your room, sneaking out the window
When your dad arrived
If not allowed to go back in time, at least can I spy?
To the first time, the time I made you cry, so I can give you a tissue
To keep your eyes dry. Or to the first time …Ohh—it felt so new
Or the first time we said “I love you.”
Yup, If only time was granted as I wish, maybe sometimes I wouldn’t be feeling like this
Sometimes, sometimes. I think am alone, and when alone
I start to write, sigh. and think of life
Part of me thinking of kids and a wife
Though almost twenty-five, it still doesn’t feel right.
I should just get in my car & drive…drive away,
Go to Miami, put on shorts n sandals, game face n play
Ride in my drop top Chevrolet
& pick up the finest ladies, the ones that can tame me
But times brings me to crossroads, were my past is re-surfaced
Missing the times of butterflies and how you made me nervous
But it’s not for you to take all this glory, as other women as well
Hold chapters to my story
Where they ink thoughts that made me smile
Others of having fun walking the town, drunk in Hollywood
Were it was dirty but fun times dancing in the mood
Ohh those times made me feel good ;)
But instead, I lay my head to the pillow on my bed
Thinking to the times I left, can’t forget
To which I cannot weep
A time I see again in my sleep when dream
Dream keeping me serene
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