Lyrics:

Hello my name is on my shirt...pocket
I'd rather not speak right now
I'm remembering... something

Most typically my dreams are dreadfully
Boring
Therefore I go to these places just to
See the girls...
With hair like hers
With clothes like she wore
With smells like hers
With handwriting like hers.....

You wrote me little letters and
You brought me lunch that time
At my work and that poem you left
On my windshield wrapped in plastic
To protect it from the rain

Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain