Dear Drew, Baby Blue
I'm no T swift but I write what I feel to.
I remember the way you said "oh boy" that time when they played
"look what you made me do".

Dear Drew,
I rode by National Gallery of Art this afternoon
Where we had our first date in the middle of June
It was the day with the sky like your baby blue

I rode by your place on Vermont Avenue
But now autumn leaves flying around and blocked my view

Summer night running on the Mall
Trying to kiss you in front of Lincoln Memorial
Now I ride alone.

Dear Drew , Baby Blue
Were you happy with me, that I will never know
We have not spoken in a while

Dear God, can you take me back to June
When we first met and everything was in bloom.
When we were in West Virginia and cooped up in that hotel room.

Dear Drew, how are you
How do you like Indian food?
I told you we could not work out
and the reality finally beats us

We had each other, but now what am I holding onto?
Can we talk ?pleas say sure I'd love to.