Your yard was covered with snow and the fields out front and all around were white and you were with me outside in the cold. Standing on your porch your socks had the stars I saw the night before I remember, they were blue and white. And now you're on a plane to Washington, and I'm missing you already. So please tell me that even if you're three-thousand miles away that's not too far for you to remember me what will you remember about me when your gone? Hopefully it'll be the way I tell you your smile seems to me and I'm sorry that I can not be everything that I want to be when I think about you. Someone just please tell me I'm not dreaming.
.::ignore::.
