This guy is starting to develop a quirky personality. He has starting to expect certain things because it once happened and he happened to like it. Today, he decided that he was coming with me to pick up YaYa. Being the softy that I am, I gave in.
I heard he sang a good song,I heard he had a styleAnd so I came to see him,to listen for a whileAnd there he was, this young boy,a stranger to my eyesStrumming my pain with his fingersSinging my life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songKilling me softly with his songTelling my whole life with his wordsKilling me softly with his songI felt all flushed with fever,embarassed by the crowdI felt he’d found my letters and read each one out loudI prayed that he would finish,but he just kept right onStrumming my pain with his fingers