Got to be quiet so that you won't wake up

Cause if you do I won't know how to handle you

I don't know you,

only met a few times but I like you

I think I do

I'd like to know you better,

so I could give you more of me

Kind of helpless

Pretty tired

You've got my blood

We're related

Some accidents

Something funny,

that we laugh about sometimes

Last winter we went riding garbage sacks

You are sleeping

I hardly dare to move

You can say so many evil things

Well everybody do...