story of our lives

Talk is cheap.
I'd buy it all and
still have a dollar
25 in my pocket.
Maybe this is what
I need, talk it all
out and when
the subject tires, talk
a little more.

I wonder how you feel,
but then I look at your
face and see it all over.
I understand
what this is
and I'm glad
we're on the same page.
But I don't want to share
this page with you!
If I have one thing alone,
(besides my loneliness)
its this page.

I'll give you your own page.
Maybe they'll open us up
and read us like a book.
My page, then your page.
Our sad stories will make
for a tear jerker.
Our memories will fill our heads
and we'll smile for ourselves.
Somebody's gotta do it.