Why do I still feel lonely for you

And reminisce about your past

As I'm crowded with bodies breathing

In a too warm room to saturate the dry air


It’s not cool to think of a love lost

As singers sing of lost love

And friends sip Coronas

In this moody aura set by the long haired boy in yellow boots


But I still think you would hate this music

And I would love to listen to it with you