15 Years Pursuing a Cute Boy lyrics

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,
I've written them for 15 years without fail
And there's still no reply,
There's still no reply

The first year, I was truly a mess
I wrote each and every day with no progress
I licked a lot stamps, I must admit,
Sending you my heart's spit

The second year, I was still insistent
My house setting ablaze wouldn't even distract
In fact, my shirt sleeve caught fire one night,
And by the time I noticed, I had only a tie

In the third year, I was feeling alone
It was so hard to write another poem
I publicized my journal online,
And started to realize a dream of mine

In the fourth year, I wrote for a magazine,
But nothing was as it had seemed
I decided to release a poem compilation,
And I quit being a business woman

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,
I've written them for 15 years without fail
And there's still no reply,
There's still no reply

By the fifth year, I was a pro poet
Women loved me- men thought that I was a harlot
But I didn't really care to be ignored,
Because you were the one whom I adored

By the sixth year, my body was pain
After 2,000 poems I had to abstain
Not a single bone hadn't been broken,
Not an organ hadn't malfunctioned

In the seventh year, I was again healthy
So today, I'll compare you to something
Perhaps you're like extreme ironing
Perhaps you're like a compound inner product space

Even in the eighth year, I didn't change
So today, I'll compare you to something again
You're like winning a match in a sumo tourney,
Or a receptor of AMPA glutamine

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,
I've written them for 15 years without fail
And there's still no reply,
There's still no reply

In the ninth year, I had an accident
Apparently I suffered a blow to the head
And though I'd forgotten my own name,
I knew I loved you, just the same

Throughout the tenth year, and the eleventh after
My memories hadn't returned
And yet, I loved you and as the days went by
All I could want from you was a reply

The twelfth year and the thirteenth had now gone by,
My memories didn't return; I wondered why...
But I still loved you;
And you were all that I had to hold on to.

Even by the fourteenth year, they hadn't returned
Each day was a frightening attack on my nerves
I just wanted to see you again
I just wanted to speak with you, my friend

In the fifteenth year, my memories reappeared
I remembered it all, and I burst into tears,
Because I remembered in a flash
That you died that day, 15 years in the past

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,
I've written them for 15 years without fail
And there's still no reply,
I don't know how I'll ever get by

I couldn't see you anymore,
But it was still you that I adored
Just when I thought I'd see you again
I had to feel the pain of the end.

These love poems I've been sending through the mail,
I've written them for 16 years without fail
And there's still no reply,
There's still no reply