So station me wherever you think I'm linked cause I should've given everything I believed so that you could see. but I thought tomorrow it would be different and that it would fall through with time spent in your kitchen talking about the times we felt the same things (and if I was forced to say that everything's o.k. I'd be lying and remembering you). it's just the second day so no reminders of what I've said and done. you said what you thought of me and I can't disagree with words so honest they seemed never ending. you were wide open and I wish I could say the same but we know the truth. most words can never say what needs to be said to make endings understood. so pick a station and send me so I know where I stand, cause I've felt the wind and wished that I could see the meaning but I can't see anything