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