A fountain just reminds me Of a girl that I used to know She used to wear this feathery hat made of pink lemonade And I don't know where But maybe I will someday Reading this just reminds me Of a girl that I used to know She took her time perfecting her poetry And I don't know where But maybe I will someday How does it feel to know that you're not on this road alone? Like a reoccurring dream I will be there When it's late at night and you nosedive back into nightmare