Hodera
No, I'm Not
I’m not better, than I was before
I wrote these letters, cause I locked them in a drawer
And I talk a lot about the past
Am I saying anything that unusual?

Laura moved to Florida, so she could get away
But now she calls up. She doesn’t know what to say
So I think a lot about what’s next
Am I saying anything that unusual?
Am I saying anything that unusual?

And I go on tangents, because I have so much to say
But when I run out, I’m only left to think
So I lay a lot alone in my bed
Am I saying anything that unusual?
Am I saying anything that unusual?

No, I’m not