Taking off your half faced helmet To unleash the messy curled Mop-head of hair “You need to cut it soon, baby” I’m too distracted to think Of trimming those boyish locks. I remember all the days I never thought I’d make it out alive. Half dead for four years You lit a spark in my mind. I turn down the *** I think of you I think of us. No high is greater Than the feeling I have When I see your smile. The smile she could never get, It’s mine now.