Justin Rutledge
Special
Well, I wrote your name on the subwaywith a marker I stole from the drugstoreWell, I don't steal much, but sometimes I cave inI put a picture of you on the dashboardand I thought all night as I drove,"Well, even St. Christopher needs some company sometimes."The mailman thinks I'm lonely,and the grocer thinks I'm lonely,and the crossing guard won't raise her sign for meBlue is the color of a boy who misses youThe mailman thinks you're specialand the grocer thinks you're specialEveryone thinks you're special, and I do tooBlue is the color of a boy who misses you
From Letras Mania