Our Composition Book - Wild Nothing
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
