I wait by the star drawing at jay street
And hope for you to get out that train and run into me
Thanks for the present, thought I'd see you next week
But I had no idea it was the last time we'd meet
What am I to do of all this information about you? The books, the movie
You gave me signs, but I never could see through my fragmented memory
I'm not being a square for the first time
Yes, I refer to the phrase from the 40's
I'm learning to be honest with myself to make it better
From a ghost, I become a human when I look in the mirror
Did you think we didn't make it coz of our age?
Did you see we color coordinated on our last day?
I still have no plans on weekends
But I take myself out on dates
I don't want to go back to my seven roommates
Run into me, take me home
Run into me, take me home
I wait by the star drawing at jay street
And hope for you to get out that train and run into me