My stomach turns now
everytime i hear your name...

Back when we were younger
we were crushing real bad...

Remember back when
we were in fourth grade...

I am a self confident
spastic...

From the light of the full moon
i watch your flowers slowly bloom...

Two tears fall down
as two more prepare...

I am not going to care
i am not going to tell...

Guilty hearts
guilty fears...

Thoughts of my heaven florish
as i rest my head to sleep...

It is getting late
time is running out...

Head over heels
that is what we were called...

I dont want to rush into things
i hope you understand my meanings...