I found this pencil it belongs to you Not sure with it what I should do But all that I write can be erased Misconstrued and replaced And I wonder when we leave this place What a long walk we will take You love to listen to the rain But can it wash away this stain I could be wrong or is it just me Wrestling with my dignity Searching for reasons not to be So sure of a girl like you I’ve heard the wind calling out your name The sound of it pulling me through the drain And I don’t know if I can ever explain I am tired now and fading away What can you say when your pens are away? I’ll write it in pencil and pray that it stays