Quarter Love Notes

The blond hair with blue eyes,
I had sworn you off for good.
I'm thinking I don't know myself
much better than I should.

Damn you little drummer boy,
Your hands beat right on time.
Up against your chest, the way
My heart beats up to mine.

Just love me back, I promise babe,
that I can love you more.
I almost don't know who I truly
wrote these lyrics for.

The empty space inside my head,
The areas that once were dead,
Is where I keep all that I wrote;
A million quarter love notes.

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