Machine

I'm remembering how to write
But I'm only interested in writing her

I sealed my envelope with hope
She seals hers with kisses
Every word smells like her
Even-though there is no smell
I fill that in myself

It's been called to my attention
That I'm not the only one
Who's had it bad for her
But for us it's torture
For me it's torture

The Little Machine
Asleep in bed
A thousand miles away
Will she me remember me?
(Will she remember me?)
She won't remember me
Asleep

Are you someone that I really knew?
Or just thing to fill a hole in me
Temporarily
I've hung on every word
I still can't believe myself sometimes
Somehow
And this waiting for writing
Has left me out of the loop again

It's been called to our attention
That we're not the only ones
Who will have it bad for her

This seems to be every day for her
But for us it's torture
For me it's torture

The Little Machine
The Little Machine
Asleep in bed
A thousand miles away
Will she me remember me?
(Will she remember me?)
She won't remember me
Asleep
She won't remember me
(She won't remember)
She won't remember
(She won't remember)