Open the desktop behind me
Sending crayon valentines
I reply
"will you marry me, loligirl?"
My second grade heart
Looks more like a broken you
And me,
Nineteen and crying for eulalia...


I'm still young

[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/braid/eulalia+eulalia_20524204.html ]
In the presents of an eight year old
Model planes and model everything
In the presence of an eighteen year old
In a sense innocence makes you tense
In the presense of an eight year old
Writing cursive on loose leaf paper
In the presence of an eighteen year old


I will be waiting for you loligirl
The little girl that i knew loligirl
And if you're waiting for me loligirl
Oh yeah and if you see me loligirl


Bring back the boy i used to be