You were the deep well in earth-and-ocean class and on the days you showed I’d try to make you laugh. Cliques drift and converge in with a crash And there we were, desk to desk a young mountain and a strange girl.
And then we met again at university you said I came to you in a heavy dream. Life in a Glass House, you said was your secret theme. Sometimes you creep me out have I ever told you you’re a strange girl?
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around a naked bulb on my parents’ porch that night it was love and it kept moving.
I know you oh so well since we were 15 so well I feel my joints when your weather’s shifting. I’ll be your confidante across the continents. You may one day be queen but to me you’ll always be that strange girl.