If you knew how I was, I’d be ashamed.
Never was one to let anything lay
The hail pitter patters only your name.

“Loneliness is a gift” is what I say,
’cause my healing came to me in that way.
If you knew how I was, I’d be ashamed.

But there was something I failed to relay,
that jay is my sole companion each day.
The hail pitter patters only your name.

Escape from myself or let my ends fray?
A slew of one nights to bury the gray.
If you knew how I was, I’d be ashamed.

Thought our shared silence might be one to sway.
Just wish we could let this be what it may.
The hail pitter patters only your name.

Keep hoping you’ll come back and this time, stay,
let feelings come forth and glow on display.
If you knew how I was, I’d be ashamed.
The hail pitter patters only your name.