I quit looking at the clock,
it'll only bring me down
And it won't bring you here
If i pulled out stops ,
and a little less in my hair
Could i bring you here, is my
favorie white bic light, It can
undarken the night, keep it
with you close as i wave your
east bound plane away
too scared to pray my eyes
too dilated to see, without you here,
i feel my fear,
I don't wan to rock,
I want
to roll on top of you and notlet
go with me to second street and A,
cause we tear up the place
i miss your pretty face
