Nothing to say

I remember the way you felt
Your bathing suit was still wet
When you got cold you put my sweatshirt on
And I never got it back.

The sky looked like a watercolor wash
a hot-pink-orange sunset.
And maybe I should have told you how I felt
but I never thought you would believe it.
I figure it is too late now, and
it's sad to think about.

I remember the way you kissed
It was warm like fresh thunder fuzz.
We layed our sleeping bags side-by-side
In whatever town that was.

The sky was soft in pale pastels
Right before the sun came up.

And I could call out your name
but the sound would never reach you
Or I could call you on the phone
and have nothing to say.

I remember the way you laughed
but I try not to think about that.
I remember the night you called and said
you you were tired of being sad
well so was I.
Most nights just look like smeared charcoal
all in shades of grey and black.

And I could call out your name
but the sound would never reach you
Or I could call you on the phone
and have nothing to say.