Dropping Out of College, It's Cool

I'm pretty happy
and you're singing softly in your room
I'm writing a poem in my own but it's going to your tune 

you eat my crackers

and I smile at your laughter

and I don't know you

and you don't care if I do

there are no sheets on your bed

and I always stay in instead

I don't drink and you don't drive

when it's raining we forget and leave our bikes outside

I like your clothes and you're scared of me behind the wheel

we don't care how each other feel

and I don't know if that's even true

you don't know me

and I really don't know you

you ask how my work day was

I ask if you did anything at all

we hardly talk, big or small

and we seem to like it that way

cause we don't have a lot,
not even a living room
but everything seems to be okay