Tomorrow, I'll pull the clouds over the sun,
And I'll cross the dates off the month,
in my calender i look for my birth date,
And you're just blinded by what I said,
Oh! Pin my photo on the notice board,
Scream my name for the moon to hear,
Swear to the stars you'll make it out,
Promise the sun you'll put him down,
Yesterday, I made a promise in past tense,
Don't you dare play pink when I'm around,
cover yourself in bedsheets,
when i think in racing numbers,
Take a word for the presents,
take two for the maids,
and "how!" it's the mother,
Tried to make sake for another,
Riding off with the waves,
talking about the days,
never had a change of heart,
Making out in the dark
