I love the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I love the way you read my mind,
I love it when you stare.
I love the way you talk to me,
or jell at me at a time
I love you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
But you are so far away,
I'm dreaming of you every day.
I wish you where here