| Lyrics: | hello my name is on my shirt...pocket,
i'd rather not speak right now,
i'm remembering ...
something.
most typically my dreams are dreadfully
boring,
therefore i go to
these places just to
see the girls ...
with hair like hers,
with clothes like she
wore,
with smells like hers,
with handwriting like hers .....
you wrote me
little letters and,
you brough me lunch that time,
at my work and that peom you
left,
on my windshield wrapped in plastic,
to protect it from the
rain.
protected from the rain (several times |
