Evergreen

I only wanna read what you write

It gets late and my mind races

Distasteful memories tend to displease me as I try to sleep

So I start to read

But I only wanna read what you write

What you write is the only thing that interests me

You’re a closed book waiting to be opened

A great book and nobody knows it but me

I want to be part of your story

Why you put a lock on yourself beats me

So instead I turn out the lights

And I try to sleep

But I just wanna read what you write