Treasure Island

Rachel Finley

(12-11-1992 / south dakota)

(hey you) i'll be here


Hey you
I’ve been thinkin’
about you
all day
have you been thinkin’
o’ me too
I don’t
know why
but you
are always
on my mind

An d you know
the other night
when you
kissed me
I felt whole
for once
in mylife

So if you
want
to come ‘round again
I’ll be here
don’t be shy
and I’ll be here
waitin’ for you

Hey you
I know
that you are
nervouse
about fallin’
don’t worry
because
I am too
I know that
you are thinking
about
what other
people think
well,
don’t
‘cause
we love
each other
and thats all
that matters
and rember
I’ll be here

Hey you
are you
comein’
over yet
why don’t
you call me
I’m never sure
if you want
me around
or not
but I’ll be here

Hey you
I miss you
i wouldn’t be writen
if I didn’t
I still
think about you
all the time
but you
never come around
I’m still here
but some one new
came into this picture
and this friday
I’ll be with him

Hey you
I may
or may not
still be here
tomarrow
I’m tired
of waitin’
so I won’t
Be here

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2008
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