Judge a Book -- Tori Sparks © 2011

You can’t judge a book
Even after you’ve read it
I heard and wrote it down
Just the way that you said it

When you’re going through the swings
Certain selfish things
Look clear in that pale blue light
Bedding down with ghosts at night

I keep forgetting to remember
I keep remembering to forget
I keep trying to teach myself
Though I haven’t learned it yet

Not to fall in love
With what love could be
Oh no don’t fall in love
With the way you fell for me

With the way you fell for me

Well I could have been your compass
If you’d learned to read a map
But your head is in the future
Both your feet are in the past

I’m not saying that you lost
Your sense of direction
You just lost your sense of kindness
And your sense of affection

I keep forgetting to remember
I keep remembering to forget
I keep trying to teach myself
Though I haven’t learned it yet

Not to fall in love
With what love could be
Oh no don’t fall in love
With the way you fell for me

With the way you fell for me

Your complaints against the cruel world
A thousand letters long
My complaints against your complaints
Every one of them a song

You say you can’t judge a book
You say I’ll never learn
Even I know when the pages
Are too plain heavy to turn

Are just too plain heavy to turn

I keep forgetting to remember
Though I’m trying to forget
I keep trying to teach myself
Though I haven’t learned it yet

Not to fall in love
With what love could be
Oh no don’t fall in love
With the way you fell for me

With the way they fall for me
No

You say you can’t judge a book
Even after you’ve read it
I heard and wrote it down
Just the way that you said it

Just the way that you said it.