Lyrics of Our composition book

The street light won't stop shining through the window
By the pullout couch where i've been sleeping
I don't know what you've been told, but i'm alright
You signed your name a million times in cursive
On the cover of every book you own
Miss me more, miss me less, i never know

Your parents kept on with the poems you wrote
When you were eight years old in the garage
I did too, and when i think of you, i'm like a child
The street light won't stop shining through the window
By the pullout couch where i've been sleeping
I don't care if i sleep again, it's okay