the time we sat next to the sewer and smoked,
and talked about starting new lives,
i learned that was just the beginning
of what was to come for her and i.
guilt made the pit of my stomach ache
in the loneliness of that homeless night.
but then i looked at her sleeping face next to me,
and she made everything alright.
and when we ran away together
i felt so unbelievably alive,
but then her mom showed up to take her back
without a reason why.
i've got lots of issues,
like i'm always feeling blue.
but when she's near, the suffocating darkness turns into
more of a shadow of gloom.
one day she molded her car in the shape of a tree
and blamed it on a deer.
and when i called her and asked her what happened she said
"it's too personal" out of fear.
my baby lives with me now
and she stays in my room a lot
she watches adoringly as a cigarette hangs from my mouth
and i'm bent over my piano, playing her a new song.
so who cares if she likes to put herself in the hospital?
and who cares if i'm too depressed to move?
we make each other a little less sad
and that's why we're not leaving soon.
and to my girl, i know we're just kids.
and i know these things never last.
but please promise me that we'll still be friends
after our romance is a thing of the past.
because a life without you in it
would be so dark and bleak,
especially because we're fucked up together:
the world versus you and me.
