She's not the one I say goodnight to before I lay me down to sleep anymore.
She is no longer the girl who is the morning music Nazi.
She has moved on from the 'bus' status,
and goes elsewhere during the day.

she has already left.
and yet soundly sleeps a few steps from my door.

I always feel real bad when I make you mad.

and rainy days will forever make me think of you. mon canari