I saw you, sitting in a dead-tree
Listening the wind flow beneath us
Waiting for something about something
So I remembered that afternoon on the campus
When we're stretched on the grass, whispering
anything about an ulgy bee.
I wish I could see the better path
as clearly as I solve some math equations
that I know, we both like.
But actually, my dear
live the day you'll strike back
all the stupid things that I did to you
is something that I really fear.
So... hey folk, here I am!
Wheeling in the middle of the wall
Trying to skip this fool jam.