Like a blown away kite
Thoughts are all scrambled
My movements are unsure
Not knowing what to wear
As i walk out of my door
Find myself stuck on you
Unsure of what to do
Putting on the T-shirt
that I brought you
Laying on my bed
With my hand on my head
My phone begins to ring
On the other end
It's just another friend
Wanting to hang out with me
I tell her I'll be there
Though unsure of what to wear
Trapped inside my house..........
With nothing but you t-shirt on.
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