…you write your own jazz standard to try and curb your emo outpouringz.  it even has a friggin cole porter-style introduction.

you can imagine the fred and ginger number (or maybe a baz luhrmann one with, like, corbin bleu and nina dobrev.)  what is WITH me, guys?!…

WHY CAN’T WE SAY I LOVE YOU

you can give a kiss for charity

or pity, if you dare

you can give a kiss for healing

or to punctuate a longing stare

but the greatest kiss of all would be

the one that travels from you to me

after saying words just three

igniting strange new melodies…

why can’t we say i love you

in the purple glow of night

it would mean the very same

in any shade of light

why can’t i say i need you

have i fallen much too fast?

why can’t we say i love you

if my heart already has?

your eyes are gazing back at mine

our hands are always there entwined

but only in my lonely mind

why can’t it come to life, when will it be our time?

why can’t we say i love you

in the lazy glades of spring

a few more miles, a waiting while

will barely change a thing

why can’t i say i’ll fade away

if i never sing the truth?

why can’t we say i love you

if my heart’s already blue?

why can’t i say i’m so afraid

that we’re done before the start?

why can’t we say i love you

it’s all i’m asking of you

why can’t we say i love you?

i say it every minute in my heart…

i need to stop watching nancy meyers films and irving berlin musicals, walk a couple city blocks in the cold, chug a beer, and man up!!!  yes?  yes!

back to work (real work!  no more of this sappy songwriting crap) in a few days…….