I couldn't say what I wanted to say
Instead I let you walk away
The irritation was in your voice
I guess I must have made the wrong choice
But how I say it matters to me
because you matter, don't you see
I'm trying to extract foot from mouth
but fear our friendship may have gone South
It started with a phonecall from Ouray
When I didn't say what I wanted to say
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