Second song I ever wrote and number two in a few other ways.
Singer/songwriter, Acoustic guitar, electric fills, little saxophone, I do them all
Story behind the song
I wrote half of this in Boston, and half in chlorine room at a pool I lifeguarded at. It was a rainy day so me and my co-worker (one of the hottest girls ever) sat in that smelly, cold, damp room all day. Luckily I had my guitar with me in my car. I think that girl, Jackie was her name, thought I was weird and she just slept.
Written August 2003
Lyrics
Why,
Did you let me in?
You,
Weren’t supposed to
Let me slip
I am your second best
Stab two thorns in my chest
And anything I’d do
To be one less than two
Maybe if I am patient
One day I could replace him
Like a bad drug I’m attached
Number two can’t stomach that
You weren’t supposed to let me in
Or slip
But you did
Why,
Did you let me in?
You,
Weren’t supposed to
Let me slip
I mean nothing without you
Dirt means nothing without a seed
Some things are empty without each other
So plant me deep and I’ll grow above her
Maybe if I am patient
One day I could replace him
Like a bad drug I’m attached
Number two can’t stomach that
You weren’t supposed to let me in
Or slip
But you did
Seeds get buried on their own
No need for us to be planted alone
Even if the garden is full
She makes room for number two
