You were just the guy I would love to have a cigarette with outside.

I looked up to you in a way, listening to your lyrics and trying to tie myself in which I never knew I could.

To sit on a park bench and listen to you ramble on about nothing was good enough for me.

I wouldn’t bombard you with questions or ask for personal opinions.
****,

We could just talk about the cold weather for all I cared.

Its hearin’ your voice in person, and meeting the man behind the voice is all I wanted.

I’d even buy you a pack of stogues if you wanted.

Heh,

But I know that will never happen.