ah i hate it when i get all these ideas in my head to write and i try to put them down and they come out nothing like what i wanted... I’m trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes in all the things I wish I'd wrote ... it's always some excuse too tired, too obtuse --the format speaking of that song, baby i wish you werent so sad, i wish i could restore the happiness you once had to your life. i guess when someone goes through what you have gone through... cause I feel like I’ve been losing you ... you don’t hold me like you used to and your eyes look like they’ve seen too much but ... you look so far removed this time I fear I’m just not getting through i love you.