I’m in here
Can anybody see me?
Can anybody help? 

And we’ll be jolly friends,
Forevermore

Unaware of a stare from someone…

And pop’s stayed the same and your mom’s moved away.
How many of our parents seem to make it anyway? 

I call it being professional.

All the sounds you make, with every breath you take

It’s unlike anything when you’re loving me.

That’s the Chicago way…