Victor Boy, Oh, Victor Sir

I sit and I see, that you wait for me.

It’s nothing I boast

In fact I act plain

Like I am just toast.

 

I stand and I stare, but you aren’t over there.

But I do not get sad

I knew you were leaving

So I am actually glad

 

I walk and I wonder, if you’re hearing this thunder.

Because you’re away

And we can’t hear the same things

I wait for you to stay.

 

I run and I write, as if you were here to night.

Because with you there’s no resistance,

But what is between we will conquer

Something so small, tis distance.