Un(sent/finished)

you're my obsession, now
and everything i have to say is too intense...
too passionate for you

i'd like to rhyme and woo
to the melancholy beat of Scottish pop,
but the music would just be my tears, once removed

still, i am writing
and that removes these words, too
with the distance between us,
that's once from me, and two times from you

so, consider this song unsent
because, if i sent it you wouldn't get it

and consider it unfinished

if i keep on writing, i'll just keep lying
because i can't get any closer than crying