A little book
She brought me a little book From that very large place And I took a look At a page It's for me to fill out For me to write in But I gotta chill out Before I dive in I don't want to remember The crazy thoughts I have Maybe by September or November A dash of sanity I'll grab And I'll write in that book That small pretty thing ----------------------- 11/11 This Could be The last time ---------------------- And I'd fill the whole thing up with all of my thoughts and what I thought about Drake and Josh and how I eat my apple pie and what I would choose if I could choose how to die and I'd write about all my adventures with her and all of it would be such a blur but I'd keep on writing about the fall and the leaves and what would happen if the world was dominated by bees and I'd write with my left hand on a poor little page because I want the world to know that I am surely no mage but I'd also mention all the awesome time that I ...