it's valentines day soon
i think i'll write a letter
filled to the brim with chatter
about the romance of the absurd

tell you i cut my hair
tell you i'm much better now
but i won't tell you how
and will end with a verb and a pronoun

it won't be fair
to be so senselessly bold
with a bit of new and a whole lot of old
all in a one-way conversation

it won't be fair
but it'll be real
to write down what i'd like you to think i feel
and then go to bed thinking about another girl

where the hell do we land in this spinning world