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- 
hey 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 and I'd sing