Houses and Billboards

remember that last friday before we left for mexico?
we kissed and nothing seemed to matter
like billie holiday might sing
and it rained and everything was going to be just fine
it was like music
and it makes me sad
to know i had gotten into something that i could not deal with
i will sit in my room and sleep all day
and think up dreams
like i am the cutest kid in school
or i could be crazy and sing about memories
i remember when i sat on those steps watching the moon
chase the sky back until the world seemed like it would explode
and i could picture going up with it
it'd be just how i'd like to go oh oh and i'd sing.
woah i'd sing.
i'd sing. oh