She said «you know how I am
And, well, you know more of me
Than myself
So it’s OK»
I asked her louder way
If she didn’t miss all those
Pretty days
‘Cause that’s what I do in loneliness
I’m here
Can’t you see I’m real?
I need
You to see I’m real
What is
What’s right in front of you or
In front of me
Brown, green
Our eyes turned into skies and seas
But they don’t even see
I always liked the way
You used to wait for me
Sitting on the sidewalk
And I could never forget
All those beautiful things
That you made for me
