When you get home,
write someone loves me
on your mirror,
put my initials up.
Always believe that,
Always know it’s true.
When you get home,
send me your address,
i have a pillow to send to you.
Blue and long,
i held it in my arms,
maybe you can too.
When you get a phone,
remember my calls,
how my voice comforted you.
i’ll be looking at mine,
the one that is blue.
When you get a phone,
hold it in your hand.
i’m on the other end,
wishing i could talk to you
once again.
Hiding under my blanket,
With my eyes focused on you.
When you want to cry,
go look in the mirror.
Get under your blanket.
Hug your pillow.
Take the phone.
i want to cry too.
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