You're so kind.
Won't you love me.
You're so blind.
Won't you notice my feelings.

I wish you would.
I wish you could.
I figured you should.
I figured you did.

I was wrong,
to assume,
that as everything moved,
you would realize.

I knew you.
I loved you
I love you.
I know you.

And I thought,
perhaps your eyes might not,
Close then,
and then open,

To find me,
sitting there, winding,
my brain,
to not disobey,
and think of a future,
with Clementine and I.