I stay in hiding waiting for things to catch up with me
I wish I had not missed the class
In which they taught the making of flattering remarks
I want to give you my last pair of shoes
I want to give you my last parachute
If you would please be so sweet
Please be direct and concrete
I want to give you for a gift half of the love I have for you
So that each one of us
Was possessed by an equal measure of love
I want to give you my last pair of shoes
I want to give you my last parachute
If you would please be so sweet
Please be direct and concrete
I punish myself with the hope you wanted to see me as much as I want to see you
So I wait for you to mail or to text
Or better still to turn up unexpectedly at my door.
I want to give you my last pair of shoes
I want to give you my last parachute
If you would please be so sweet
Please be direct and concrete
I want to give you my last pair of shoes
I want to give you my last parachute