Your hair was brown and mine was blue Your dad was drunk and mine was gold
We went treasure hunting in the old coya Back in 98
Dirty blinds trying to hide your room Hoard of broken toys and a lonely broom
I never really got to know well But I you
Caroline a 13, piercing down
short, miniskirt, love tell and
pushing envelope out night drink and
I just puppy
Oh, sure don’t mean a
The girl deserves a grace for that
Carrying no me
Without her is me
High school and my Bag of clothes an alien frame
I so disappear a game
But the boys kept on my friend fell in love with
cried for days knew it
All wanted my innocence