My friends make plans about making my room yellow after I move
And I suggest no other color
I like yellow, and the days that it reminds me of
And I will always write about you, you know
God is a sunset on a bus to New York City, hidden by someone's large head
Your eyes are also clocks, blue arrows ticking
I apologize for crying in the rainbow taxi
Maybe saying "I love you" is not a big deal, just a beautiful fact
Like I left strawberries on the washing machine before we went to the beach togеther
I Sharpied your name on thе seashell you gave me and left it on your bed
You pulled a hair out of my shirt
It was too smoggy to see the fireworks
But anyway you were next to me
We want to tell the time that everything is going to be alright
Bandage up the scrape on her knee
Tell her it will make a great story later
Until we have to dig around for batteries or get a new clock
And I want to remember everything
That means I have to leave the room where everyone is having fun to write it all down