I was never the one to write love poems
They never seemed to come out right...

Our hands locked like digits.
I counted the seconds...

She sat down by the old oak tree
And set her chin upon her knees...

Sunny days cause too much hope for happiness
I prefer the rain. It's clean and honest, well I...

The wind picked you up and carried you away
I watched it take you across the break of day...

Summer time blues,
got me holding onto you...

One, two, one, two, three, four.
The notes crash onto the paper...