Untitled, Unfinished, Unwritten, Unconceived (Radio Edit)

I wrote this screenplay with you in mind All of the dialogue was in Leonard Cohen lines I said "I was your man" but I couldn't convince you You said "I was just a Joseph. with no manger to turn into" It's in the papers that the rage, this summer, is infidelity Well, I guess we jumped up on that wave and rode it in too early I know I'm the other man, with no business to care Who you're fucking in your town because there's nothing else to do there In that screenplay, I had a scene of the two of us in school Trying to recapture all of the pain and loneliness we went through And in the end I wrote some things I thought would cut right through you But you don't even care for movies, do you? The last night I saw you, it was cold for June, and you wore my sweater Which would still bear your scent when I went to wear it three days later When I dropped you off, all your friends had already started drinking So I took my leave, and wondered what it was I had been thinking. I was thinking about a song I wrote when I was seventeen And all the others: untitled; unfinished; unwritten; and unconceived I thought about the way you made that other night seem half as long I thought about a lot of things. They were all wrong But I thought about the way your skin looked When the moon shone through my window Bathing us in light when we lied down to do the thing we came to And I thought about the way your arms had Felt in mine, bereft of clothes And goddammit how can anybody help but think of things like those