When we first fell in love
You made a CD
With music you said reminded you of me.
But the first song, you said
Wasn't the right one-
You meant to put a love song
Asking me to fly you high,
To take you away
But instead put one
About needing "wide open spaces."
And in truth, that was right--
I smothered you and
You found another cowboy to
take
you
away.
Now you come to me, crying--
"You were mine.
I can love you better.
I know how to make you forget her."
And, love, I was yours.
And that there's your trouble--
If you wanted to keep me,
You shouldn't have been so
ready
to
run.
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