It was raining,
like the noise our bathtub made,
when it emptied.
So, I wrote a letter to you,
and as you'd taken all the envelopes,
with the "Dear Love" and the addresses;
I fashioned it into a boat.
Stepping outside, the rain was warm,
Somethings, mistakenly, only look cold.
But it still hurt.
So I set the boat free in the stream,
that went all the way around 'my' house,
along our 'secret' path.
It disappears around the corner.
just like you did.
There's one too many corners in this round world.
Hope it finds you like all of my silent good wishes do.
or maybe it'll be lost forever,
like your love.
If the world is round, why do we keep running into dead ends?
There's one too many corners in this round world.