I would never forget mama's handwriting

Scripted ridges to the bone, so I won't feel alone

There's a schoolgirl within the ink of her notes

I'm in town for at least another year

Weeks of leisure put me aside, now I've opened my mind

To the coffee eyed girl up the street, and the others that I've yet to meet

I heard a whisper from across the seat

"Soon it'll all be over"

So why would I not feel some relief?

Yeah, that might be a secret that we shouldn't keep

I'd be lucky to last a week with a person like me

You could leave out my words to erase

But the smile is still left on your face

I've invented a way to be lonelier than most

Keep your eyes up to see, but your mind at your feet

Keep your pleasures close to your heart, and hope