Remember that last Friday before we left for Mexico?

we kissed and nothing seemed to matter like Billie Holiday might sing

and it rained and everything was going to be just fine-

it was like music-

and it makes me sad to know I had gotten into something

that I could not deal with

and I will sit in my room and sleep all day

and think up dreams like I am the cutest kid in school

or I could be crazy and sing about memories-

hey I remember when I sat on those steps watching the moon

chase the sky back until the world seemed like it would explode

and I could picture going up with it

it'd be just how I'd like to go and I'd sing