"So where does the music ever come from?"

To the boy with a stuffy nose and teary eyes and a checkered shirt
I couldn't fall asleep last night, and you loomed like a ghost in and out of my dark room
Never felt so alone, so dejected;
the world pressed rewind, replay and rejected.
With the videos on tube, and westgrand waiting for you
I knew for awhile before you left, you were young and full of happiness
i wish i could hear you laugh
don't leave, don't leave, don't leave or I will step on the falter of my heartbeat
and die.
And I hate when I'm standing across the room and starring
while you're just looking down, and pretending.
sitting in the dark on the balcony, figuring out which breath I should take
you, or a whole new world.
where
love
ceases to;
exist.