Lily sat on her walker seat in the back of the room, chewing on the end of her pen. She ran through her lyrics in her head.
I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
But I know all his favorite songs