2002 from Made Up Memories by The Middle Initials

I'm singin' a song I wrote you in two-thousand-and-two
I'm sure you'll get around to me, your train just ain't come through
I wish I could make love to you, or at least find me a substitute
I'd play her all the songs I wrote you in two-thousand-and-two

You're the one-hundred-some-odd pound elephant in the room
You're always somewhere else, but you come back and haunt on cue
I wish I could get rid of you, or at least tie you down and marry you
So I could stop relating so much to those songs I wrote in two-thousand-and-two

I'm sitting on a goldmine, why are these songs all mine?
It still don't figure, can't put my finger on why
I still ain't caught your eye, I'll give it one more try

I'm singin' a song I wrote you in two-thousand-and-nine
There's no time for patience now, quick and sloppy's fine
I wanna feel you in my arms so lie with me tonight
I'll pick up where I left off my life
Think it was sometime back in two-thousand-
And-one

• Rock
• alt-country
• folk rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles