By frontman
Date: 13 December 1999

wrong address

i cant help but feel
like a loveletter sent
to the wrong address
read,
admired,
yet tossed aside
and never kept
for old time's sake
nor as a remembrance
of the good ole days
or a permanent fixture
of a heart-shaped box
nurtured,
treasured,
til the very end
a loveletter still wondering
if the eyes who are destined to read
with everlasting love and affection,
and the heart who's fate to keep
and hold on to forever,
is out there wondering,
waiting,
asking,
where is the letter
that's supposed to be her's;
how long will she wait?