Words and Music by Brian McCaskil

For the Record


Brian McCaskill

Half of what I see is beautiful
The other half looks a lot like me
Half of what you say is so unusual
The other half sets me free

I should have known the summer would bring a wintery chill
I should have known the glass was too fill
And over the sides it would spill
And the wine would stain the floor
And I’m sorry for that
Yeah, I’m sorry for that
I know you’re sorry, too

I don’t think I did anything wrong
I don’t think you did anything wrong
And I’m sorry for that
Yeah, I’m sorry for that
I know you’re sorry, too

Half of what I see is beautiful
The other half looks a lot like me
Half of what you say is so unusual
The other half sets me free


December, 2002