Remember that last Friday before we left for Mexico?
We kissed and nothing seemed to matter like Billie
Holiday might sing and it rained and everything was going To be just fine
It was like music and it makes me sad to know
I had gotten into something
that I could not deal with
And I will sit in my room and sleep all day and think up Dreams like I am the cutest kid in school
Or I could be crazy and sing about memories
Hey, I remember when I sat on those steps watching the moon Chase the sky back until the world seemed like it would Explode and I could picture going up with it
It'd be just how
I'd like to go and I'd sing