don't wanna write bout flowers
don't wanna write bout spring
don't wanna spend a fousand hours
wif words that will not sing

don't wanna write bout love whateva
don't wanna write bout how i feel
don't wanna spend my time and hava
belief that love is real

don't wanna write bout anyfing
don't wanna sit in my room
but i fink of you and like a spring
a fousand poems start to bloom