Protected From the Rain

Hello, my name is on my shirt pocket
I'd rather not speak right now
I'm remembering something

Most typically my dreams are dreadfully boring
Therefore I come to these places just to see the girls
With hair like hers
With clothes like she wore
With smells like hers
With handwriting like hers

You wrote me little letters
And you brought me lunch that time at my work
And that poem you left on my windshield
Wrapped in plastic to protect it from the rain

Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain
Protected from the rain