Jeez Louise, we could be
everything we mean to be,
or seem to be. I need to be
here with you and you with me.

Please Louise, you're leaving me,
you don't know what you mean to me,
or bring to me. I dream to be
all alone with you and me, just we.

These Louise! These fleeting things
always manage to cling to me,
so deep in me. And it hurts to see
you float about so free, no care for me.

Leave Louise...Please stop teasing me.
I wish you could take this history
and misery. Now I seem to see
the things that turned I to we turned
we to me. Just me.