american splendor

Saw this movie again. I guess it feels like my life.
Another rainy Sunday. I'll finish up here and be free...

I'm thinking we must just keep missing each other.
Either I'm too early or you are too late. I see my life weave its patterns
and how many of ours seem to cross

So one of these days I'll stumble and drop what I am carrying
and lose my timing long enough
to meet you.