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
and 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-
