She wore her heart on her sleeves, Afraid of defeat

He told her to show, Because she’s so beautiful

She laughed in his face saying, “You’re my friend”

He said, “Well yeah. Till the very end”

As it started to pour, he walked her home

Saying, “Call me if you feel alone”

But before he could walk into the pitch-black

He said, “I’ll love you to the moon and back”