She likes to sing,
It's always a minor third-almost harmony.
She plays the guitar and paints sunsets,
And likes the color blue.
Blue is the color of sadness some say.
Others say it's the color of serenity.
Can you be serene and sad, sad and serene?
My girl Jess,
I love her a lot,
And she loves me too.
She doesn't like to say it though,
It hurts her she says.
I guess it hurts me too.
Sometimes she says that love sucks,
I guess I can see what she means.
I think it's worth it, but I guess that maybe it's just me.
My girl Jess,
Once made me an album,
Full of pictures and neat stuff.
Like ticket stubs and gelato cups,
Small things that are quite heavy.
Jess is small
I'm quite heavy, she doesn't mind.
She calls me her fat Dalmatian, making me laugh-I don't mind.
My girl Jess,
She has this smile
That reminds me that the sun still shines.
Her smile makes me glad to be alive,
Remembering what I once forgot.
I tell Jess, "don't forget",
That's my secret code for "I love you".
Sometimes she knows and sometimes she doesn't.
My girl Jess,
She writes me poetry, well for herself too,
Like this one about a park near her house,
And she'd run all the way home,
Trying to meet me halfway.
Jess runs a lot,
Always running from something or another.
Maybe she's trying to catch someone that left her behind.
