until I saw your headlights
turn into just a thought.
here is proof
of our love,
and I am still here.
with fists and a party,
be my bride or something,
I love you so much.
your mother is called Patricia,
and my mother was named the same;
let's live in a song we regret.
burden concentration,
I can't write about you anymore.
I will pay for an eagle of tomorrow, practical.