I liked her though I didn't know why
talking to her felt quite myself
she brought some reasons to enjoy my life
for no special purpose just feeling so safe

I used to chat, to hear that voice
to listen to them, then feel all right
she'd teach me, as if to make a choice
and soon when she'd gone, used to fall in night

Those nights would come to me, last long till dawn
would fill me with something that looked my own
whichever was true wouldn't matter at all
cause I liked her, for what though - I don't know