confession

Tell me , i can count you .
Say youre proud because you still the one i pick and not that boy .
Hear my stories , see my tears ...
Youre the only one i can depend now & you know it dont you ?

When we will be the next time are we wearing white tee's and dickies with dope shoes to town ?
take long bus rides and me ? helping you dig your nose & you do my hair . Wait for your dance practise to over , even hours ... The usual bus stop where we lay our feelings out . & hugs ... just hug .. and grip hands . I miss you ..