a picture of her in my notebook
Each scribble it got more exciting
I love and erase her again and again
Till I can't even read my own writing
I stand here all day long
I memorize every word that she speaks
I stay up as late as I can
In chronicle hours and two
I learned by the light of the moon
now I long for the fun part
And divide them by weekends
your answer is heaven -less
I memorize every color she wears
I measure the passing of time
By the style of the clothes,
I learn by the light of the moon
now I long for the fun part
I told her I was in Chimney Lane
I'll wake up at least today,
The wind blows it into my eye
And I wish that she would give a say
I learned by the light of the moon
now I long for the fun time
Oh, for the good, why? why?
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