Come to my house
And open the kitchen door
Get yourself a piece of carrot cake
And when you're done don't ask for more
Just take it
Make that song be played to wake me up
In the midle of the night
Trying to say silly things and for me to help
With the plans for your life
Keep some books and records of mine with you
Find yourself in the pictures
Spread in my messed up room
With your finger
Trace your way all through the map on my wall
I won't mind if you don't feel like talking
And just want to take a nap
Not at all
See me in my oldest clothes
The pen tattoos on my toes
And your hands will be my gloves in the cold
My gloves in the cold
Say I'm right or really, really disagree
Laugh with me, laugh at me
Be mad at me, annoy me, hug me
Disappear
But even if in thought
Be here
Do you want to be my friend?
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