Drew Monson Warfield
The neighbor girls are older
And they don't go outside
And it puts it in perspective
'Cause we share the same light
I never hear you talking
And I never miss a wave
When I go out and walking
I feel you in my brain
Let me go in time
Not technically confined
The palm tree will decline
As it loses all its vines
And just like me it dies
And no one here will cry
