I wrote a song for you, I got my haircut too. What am I supposed to do? I'm standing in the place where you last saw me I'm bending time and space so you can still hear me. What is logic to me and you?
I'm floating down the path that we walked on the esplanade, I'm documenting all our pet names and forget me nots, there are futures without me. Yeah I wrote a song for you but you will never hear it. I got my haircut too but you won't come near it. What am I supposed to do?
You might not believe me. No you might not believe me. You might not believe me.