One-hundred and Twenty-six: I hate this. This is not a title.

Another lemon drops from the tree outside
and I jump, though I shouldn’t be surprised.

My little pink heart’s been beat before
so, please, make sure you’re sure

I’m trying to walk this tightrope
and I’m scared but I’ve got hope.

When I’m alone, it’s too cold but
when you’re here it’s too hot.

It’s OK if you don’t have the time,
I just want to know that you’re mine,

Or that maybe you could be one day.
If not, I don’t want to stay.

I’ll leave the lights on tonight,
so you better come home and make right.


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