歌词
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 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