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About her I know
Much detail.
She is my
Preferred female.
Just as the moon
Circles the earth,
I'm her satellite,
For what it's worth.
If she slept beside me
On my bed,
I'd only watch
And wish to wed.
Finally dialed
That annoying two.
Everything from here
Is new.
Reality starts
When the number is dialed.
Gotta check my attitude
And keep it mild.
Because of someone
Who was there before,
My full force is
Behind a locked door.
If only I
Could find that key,
Before I hang me
From a tree.
Confusion reigns
And that's not all,
My self-esteem's
Beyond a wall.
Everything I am
Suffers for her.
Think I care?
It's all just a blur.
Too much sadness to share
That no one will take.
It could fill everyone
And still sadness make.
If I shared with everyone,
They'd take their own lives,
But I'd save myself.
I'd hide all the knives.
I can't kill myself.
It's simple, you see.
There might be a chance
She'd find time for me.
I was always nervous about calling the girl I liked, so to keep me from wimping out, I'd always do it at exactly 4:45 pm. I spent a lot of time listening to a sappy album by Counting Crows at that time called Recovering the Satellites, so that gave me the idea to say "my world revolved around her" by calling myself her satellite. I mention dialing a 2 because the last number in her phone number was a 2. Before I sent the flowers, I had dialed the first 6 numbers and hung up so many times, but once I dialed the 2, I had committed to the phone call. I felt like I didn't want to freak her out by coming on too strong, so that's why I say I had to keep it mild. My full force was behind a locked door because she already had a boyfriend. The stanza about suffering for her repeats the theme from Glad to be Sad about preferring continued failure over giving up. Then the part about making other people sad was because some friends had commented that hearing me talk about this girl was depressing them.
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