B-b-blisters on my hands,
paragraphs written so slow.
Typing till it bleeds,
period, backslash, colon.
And when I hear the ice cream truck constantly,
my pockets empty out, almost instantly.
I'm walking down the stairs and out to your front door!
If you had a window,
I bet you'd never close it.
You'd probably keep it open,
and you'd let the bugs in.
I'm not the one that you're really mad at,
you kind of blew your top, when I told your dad that,
I'm breaking down the walls, right into your room!
Well hold on!
You've got to hold on!
I told you what I know, but that's not even the half of it!
She made a sweater,
just so you wouldn't forget me.