The street light won't stop
Shining through the window
By the pullout couch
Where I've been sleeping
I don't know what you've been told,
But I'm alright
You signed your name
A million times in cursive
On the cover of every book you own
Miss me more,
Miss me less,
I never know
Your parents kept on
With the poems you wrote
When you were eight years old
In the garage
I did too,
And when I think of you,
I'm like a child
The street light won't stop
Shining through the window
By the pullout couch
Where I've been sleeping
I don't care if I sleep again,
It's okay
