Dear Chicago, you'll never guess You know the girl you said I’d meet someday? Well, I got something to confess... She picked me up on Friday, Asked me if she reminded me of you I just laughed and lit a cigarette, Said that’s impossible to do. Life’s gotten simple since, and it fluctuates so much. Happy and sad and back again, I‘m not crying now too much I think about you all the time, It’s strange and hard to deal I think about you lying there, And those blankets lie so still...













