I found an old postcard this evening
From a friend I tossed away
And it said on my screen you were "Reading..."
When I sent that postcard your way
I knew you might be study for something
I felt you look at it and roll your eyes, but I was high
And I was wonderin' why I'd held myself in like a prize
Danielle, Danielle
I'm kneeling where I fell
You treated me well
I deserve this
I weathered my years in ceilings and walls
Plastering smiles and learning to crawl
While, honest and grinning, you stood through it all
Strode out the distance between us
And I shouted in anger, alone and afraid
Feeling rejected, feeling betrayed
Why would you have answered? Why would you have stayed
When I lay on the ground and ignored you
Danielle, Danielle
I'm kneeling where I fell
And my eyes start to swell
I deserve this