Laying in the frost covered grass last night,
I counted out as many golden stars as I could,
Remembering all the things I never did right,
Swearing up and down I`d get you back for good.
Holding my haggard thoughts up to the onyx sky,
I tried to come up with the prettiest lines of poetry,
But the imagery exploded into a teardrop in my eye,
Left over from the day I let words get the best of me.
I forgot to cry way back then, swore that I was strong;
Counted the breaths I took without you here with me,
But sometimes, even the best things can be wrong;
And it kills me thinking maybe we`re meant to be.
I named reasons I hated you to match the stars,
But I could only come up with a count of three,
So I wrote out a sad song to go with it on my guitar,
And Baby, today is for you, but tomorrow is for me.
