I'll be here.
In tiny hour streets.
All alone.
With no tone.
And you'll be there.
By the Ferris wheel.
Soft like cloud.
Hard like steel.
By the Ferris wheel.
Is where the fun is.
Hide 'n' seek while lights are off.
You will drink.
You will cough.
Mom won't be there.
She won't tell you to stop.
I don't like your silly friends.
I don't like the look it tends.
And on you.
My heart time spends.
But I fear inside.
Pretty broke outside.
Staring at the bottom of the glass.
That I cannot see.
Because you're wide.
Personality wise.
But your voice and your neck.
Your eyes and colors of our skies.
And all that blue.
Cannot tell you.
Or give you a clue.
That I used to not sleep for you.
Pretty Pink.
Baby Blue.
By the Ferris wheel.
Hard like steel.
Soft like cloud.
Hard like you.
Light like me.
I'm not pretty.
I'm not cool.
I'm no figure.
I'm no fool.
Silly boy.
Silly girl.