I’ve completely changed I’m completely the same In a sorta new city Under mostly the same name You tell me my handwriting is pretty, But you just can’t read it. Try to not let it make me feel shitty Still hard to forgive it The six button is upside down On my office desk phone Window looks onto a brick wall I pretend to be a drone You tell me my handwriting is pretty, But you just can’t read it. Try to not let it make me feel shitty Still hard to forgive it And I miss everyone I’ve ever loved Every hour of the day Please come back to me in this sorta new city Under mostly the same name You tell me my handwriting is pretty, But you just can’t read it. Lost in translation Or do you refuse to believe it? All I can do is all I can do If my words are lost on you You tell me my handwriting is pretty, But you just can’t read it. You tell me my handwriting is pretty, But you just can’t read it. *** I was thinking about my handwriting and different comments people have made to me about it over the years. Then, more generally about words and communication but also about how handwriting can show personality in ways. The chorus is contrasted? compounded? by the verses describing all these recent life changes— new city, new job, missing friendly faces. These feelings are being willfully misread or ignored behind the façade of hearing but not listening or other distractions in the chorus. And it hurts. We should all be a friend of Jane's, so, if you liked this post, why not share it?
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