Just another Tuesday afternoon. Just another sudden squalid squall. Just another day to stay in bed. Just another dismal rendezvous. . Only I can see beneath the sheets.
I've got your picture of me and you. You wrote I love you, I love you too. I sit and stare at it, there's nothing else to do. . Oh, it's in color, your hair is brown.
I've got your picture. Of me and you. You wrote "I love you". I love you too. I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do. . Oh it's in color. Your hair is brown.