I counted your fingers, everyday at a quarter pass three.
Nothing seem to change, expect for how close they got to me.
That's what you wanted me to see.

Your hair sure did grow, so far outside of your window.
I'll be spending my days, cutting it down so I can see your face.
Cause no ones seen it in months, weeks, or days.

But I promise, no ones gonna laugh at you.

December gave you a home, but it left you cold, tired & alone.
You'll be stuck in your room, you said you wouldn't leave until the first of next June.
The sun is waiting for you.

You yelled out words from a daydreams & details on exactly what they mean,
I'll sit here confused, you've lost your mind if you want to know the true.
There's nothing I say or do.

But I promise, I'm always gonna love you.