I have dreams about you You keep me up all night long Last night I thought about how we could never be together And today it made me seriously depressed I’ve been feeling sick lately Is it the flu? Or is it my thoughts about you? Why couldn’t I be older? So you could wrap me in your arms (your strong, muscular arms) And your handsome, adorable face Looking down at me Telling me it’ll all be okay As long as we are together Damn that stupid dream My seventeenth birthday is coming up quick But it is just not enough And the next day I’m leaving on a plane Never to see you again The best birthday present I could ever get Is just one, undeniably sweet, 100% satisfactory, firework-worthy Kiss from you. Is that too much to ask?