White Iphone 3g

Life is beautiful

But we only can enjoy it for a time

Some of us live for many years

But you were cut down in your prime

And I’m sorry that we had to say goodbye

And I’m sorry that you met this tragedy

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t save your life that night

I’m sorry that I lost you, my white iPhone 3G

You were the most loyal of friends

A constant companion of my own

You stayed by my side till the end

Even though you were just a phone

And I’m sorry it was I that did you in

And I’m sorry that you met this tragedy

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t save your life that night

I’m sorry that I killed you, my white iPhone 3G

’Twas a bitter cold night in New England

And I had been up far too late

Fell asleep on the couch with the TV still on

And opened my eyes, half-awake

My pants lay beside me in a pile on the couch

A cup of milk sat on the chair

And you, my poor iPhone, sat all by yourself

How was I to get you upstairs?

I groggily searched for ideas

And figured a way to take you up

I would carry my pants in my right arm

And balance the phone atop the cup

And I’m sorry that I’m stupid when I’m sleepy

And I’m sorry that I that I doze off from TV

And I’m sorry that I don’t have a steadier hand

I’m sorry that I drowned you, my white iPhone 3G

My white iPhone 3G