Oh I will climb Up and through your window No don't worry, I won't wake you I'll just sit at the wall with my sneakers off the edge of the bed push a piece of hair from your mouth, guide a spider from your face to a playing card, to the window sill and follow him out down the roof to the tar paper flat to the porch, to the stair, to the step to the gravel, to my car to the highway, and I'm gone on tour to new hampshire by way of nebraska yeah, there's some good friends in omaha I've been wanting to see when I get back here it's gonna be a whole 'nother year will you be around? or will you be in portland? but I want you to know what I meant when I said that I said that I like you because I really like you and I still do and I will do I think the globe of you you hate your voice which is foolish you have a brilliant voice so when will you sing and when will you... yeah when will you say oh, boy, chuck your spindly wrists around me nuzzle my neck Yeah, ha, ha, so let's get these sweaters off and when will you say please please please please let me get what I want this time because nearly everything I want this time is to fall asleep in the same bed so sleep over and when will you say oh jason anderson you're so awesome and do you love me? hallelujah I love you hallelujah I love you hallelujah I love you hallelujah I love you hallelujah I do halle le halle lu halle le halle lu I know you hate those songs with lyrics about bitter pills and foolish pride I agree that they're insulting they're reductionist and they're trite but I mean every word I mean every word I mean every word of these songs I mean every word yeah