Does it pour down in North Columbine?Is it sunny all the time?Do the clouds hang over your head?Do rainbows come in abundance?
And if it does rain in North Couiako,Does it pour like the day you left?Does the sky scream in agony?Does lightning strike the sky?
Do they know you in North Canada?How you want to work in theology?How your sky doesn't only consist of stars?How your hair is the only thing you can never get right?
Your lips are pink;like Roses,like Cold Noses,like Valentine's Day.
Your eyes are Endless;like Taturus,like Stars,Like Infinity.
Sometimes when I feel patheticI lean against the window waitingFor you to call my nameFor you to lean backFor you to come home.
I scream out your name on a river bank that doesn't exist.I tore my heart out for a museum that was closing down.Forgive me if my emotions cause a hurricane. Forgive me if my tears make a lake.
I'm looking out at the moon and hoping you're looking back.I'm singing songs and hoping you're singing the lines I leave open for you.I'm dancing in rivers and hoping you're dancing the same steps.I'm looking at the clock begging it to bring you back to me.
So have fun in North Columbine, North Coal Mine,North Aches, North Colorado, North China, North Korea,North Caribbean, North Coppertown, North Charlotte,North Chills, North City, North Kit Kat, North Caller, North Cobbler, or wherever.
Your scent will still cloud my sensesAnd your baritone voice will still ring in my ears.Your 8-Pack pressed against my zero pack still resonates.So yeah, unrequited love sucks but so does a flower just starting to bud in the middle of the harshest winter.