9 In the Morning

It's nine A.M. where you are
And I know you're still asleep
Hungover and happy
So I won't call now

It's seven thousand miles to where you are
And I remind myself it's crazy
These thoughts I still entertain
But you captivated me

Maybe we could of, should of
Been more
Maybe we could of, should of
Been together, you and me

To live so carefully, so kindly
Maybe the best thing I can respect
And faithfully told me no
Along with the rest

To live so honestly, so freely
Maybe the one thing I had to offer
I'll write you this song
And let you be

Maybe we could of, should of
Been more
Maybe we could of, should of
Been together, you and me

Maybe we could of
Maybe we could of
I think we should have
Been together... you and me

I don't call you
It's nine in the morning
And you're still hungover
And I'm still 7,000 miles away

This is about me and a good friend. We had mutual feelings for each other, but she was in a relationship at the time. She wouldn't leave him for me, because she didn't think it was right, and I wouldn't press her, for the same reason. As it ends up, I moved 7,000 miles away and she's still there. I know the chances of our living in the same area again are slim, so I don't want her to wait for me if this last relationship doesn't work out. On the same token, I don't regret a moment I spent with her. We had, have, a great friendship and that short time we were together as friends is not a memory to be thrown away lightly.

I was listening to Brighter Than Sunshine by Aqualung and Passenger Seat by Death Cab for Cutie when I wrote this.

I made a mistake when I wrote the song, it was actually noon where she was, and she was probably awake, but now I'm so tired and reflective that I need to go to bed. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.