Soon as I hopped onto 96
I already forgot how it felt to kiss.
And my oh my, I declare:

How could I not recall your pixie hair?

Soon as the alarm went off I groaned

because I wouldn't be seeing you until you came home.
Your Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume
followed me home, and clouded my room with thoughts of you.


I got them post seeing you blues.


Wreaking havoc with a single touch of your skin.
You've got me $#&@ed up, drunk on a sin.
Call me a canvas, I'll call you a brush.

Paint yourself a writer, but paint me rushed to see you again.

I got them post


Now I'm back on 96.
Can't help but notice that something is amiss.

The further I get, the closer I feel
Cause I'm closer to seeing you again, and that's the only way to heal