Posted March 15, 2007, 10:58 pm

Like They Used To

You called on a Sunday
the third week in winter
spoke of the boy you love and how you
both live so far away
I think it’s great

That they don’t make
hearts this big anymore
might as well get rid of it
so distracting in its way

And they won’t make
and aeroplane that can hold this love
when they know it
will crash and burn anyway

You said the the city’s so cold and gray
you might come to visit me in the sun
someday you joke
but that’s not funny

And they don’t make
boys like this anymore
scared and running blind
and only moving away

And they ought make for you
someone who’ll love you what you’re due
I’m in debt up to my eyes and I’m sorry
but I can’t pay