I don't care what people say,

For you alone the price I'll pay,

The feel of grass around my hair,

my shampoo wafting in the air,

and you tasting lightly of Cigarette Smoke,

holding together despite what you've Brok

en

but despite the thousand mistakes on your belt,

you cared how I felt.

The only two people awake in the world,

the moon is mellow,

the night glowing yellow.

and in spite of the moisture my hair will keep curled.

For you alone the price I'll pay,

For I don't care what people say.

-Alexandra Loch