i sat down
christmas card in hand
i wrote to you
hey b-
haven’t spoken in a few months
but i’m just thinking of you
some other stuff
hope you have a merry christmas
but you know me
i threw it away
couldn’t stand for gray
just some things i wanted to say
and i didn’t really have a way
but hey
i think you’re doing fine
i’m still living near sunset and vine
always on the grind
ocassionally remember july
more than i’d like
but beside
i think i’m alright
it’s a little past nine
the sky is rather dark
occasionally take a walk
it’s like central park
but nobody has a spark
ah, i’m probably boring you
i know you have someone calling
i’ll let you go, but it was nice talking
thanks for your time
for july
