Sleep the afternoon away in a target lot
Pick my watermelon case for me, I will agree
Find a book store in every city
Get a hot chocy with me; it's on me
Warm yellow-orange lighting in the sunshine filled room
Always was the ideal place to be for me, you see
My body is running on auto pilot
I don't know how to control it, or even stop it
Are these memories
I hold so fondly?
Are they memories
For just me?
