This one goes out to the boy who loved me in pajamas And loved me in a dress Who loved me at my worst And loved me at my best This one goes out to the boy who listened When everything was wrong Who listened when the only words I could say Were the lyrics to a song This one goes out to the boy who told me I was pretty And then told me he was sure Who told me how I'd feel about the ending of a book Who told me this means war This one goes out to the boy who loved me quietly Because words didn't need to be said This one goes out to the boy who thinks he loves me after everything And says he'll never forget
Sometimes writers' block just means I can't write about anything but you.