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Fifty Times a Day

It's not like I think about calling you up fifty times a day.
It's not like I baked your favorite cookies and threw them all away.
It's not like I bought a bunch of flowers and placed them on a stranger's grave.
It's more like a hundred times a day.
It was more like a frosted layer cake.
It was more like the world's most beautiful bouquet.
It's not like I worry if I can be completely honest with you.
It's not like I wish it was just us when I see you across the room.
It's not like I've been staying up all night writing songs for you.
It's more like, Is there such a thing as truth?
It's more like the only number's two.
It's more like I should quit messing with music.