Come to my house And open the kitchen door Get yourself a piece of carrot cake And when you're done don't ask for more Just take it Make that song be played to wake me up In the midle of the night Calling to say silly things and for me to help With the plans for your life Keep some books and records of mine with you Find yourself in the pictures Spread in my messed up room With your finger Trace your way all through the map on my wall I won't mind if you don't feel like talking And just want to take a nap Not at all See me in my oldest clothes The pen tattoos on my toes And your hands will be my gloves in the cold My gloves in the cold Say I'm right or really, really disagree Laugh with me, laugh at me Be mad at me, annoy me, hug me Disappear But even if in thought Be here Do you want to be my friend?