she likes the boy who lives downstairs she loves the way he combs his hair and the way he sits out half the night and rocks out under the porch light it s not about his velcro shoes it s all about the way he moves so she keeps her window open and secretly she s hoping that he ll run away with her draw the blinds close your eyes convince yourself that it s alright arms around her pillow she s trying hard to let go of this lonely friday night