This is about a friend who stinks
I'd like to know...

Dings of rhythm,
play about...

Dear....something,
For what people have taught me (or tried to) you...

And here she waits,
her thoughts running through...

M-makes the first moves
E-everything you want and dont want combined...

Swinging back and forth,
in a thick rubber seat...

Moon
bright, sliver...

In the forest,
deep inside it's core...

Little and strong with many kin,
building and sneaking...

In time you'll see,
that the world cant spread us apart...

Cold shivers wipe upon my shoulders,
every hour...

You are a handful,
with a silly mind...