"We water like a dead bouquet,
Does no good, does it dear?"- GLB
Grant Lee Buffalo are
back together,
and I don't know anyone else
who would care,
except you.
They were your band,
not our band.
You didn't give them to me,
I stole them from you.
Songs crafted
like the wings of birds,
and a voice
stolen from the whispers of lovers in the dark-
They were your band-
Then.
When I think of you now,
you were cooler
than I ever gave you credit for.
You knew your music.
I wasn't as cool as you-
but you loved me anyways.
Yet-
There is no need to worry,
when I hear their songs
I don't think of you.
(Well not that often,
but how I wish I did.)
It was a shame
that band broke up.
It is a terrible shame when good things
break.
Somethings should last for forever.
We were never one of those things.
I would have stayed forever.
I was loyal that way.
I would have married you.
After a couple pregnancy scares,
you have to consider it as something
more than
words shared by lovers in the dark.
Somethings are meant to break,
I just never expected to break so much.
Grant Lee Buffalo back together,
and I wanted to tell you.
I wanted to tell somebody.
'13
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