Jess jess
Im a mess
Ever since you left myspace
Oh how we were meant to be
Internet friends for all to see
And Jess jess
I must confess
Ever since you’ve left myspace
I wonder how you spend yr days
When I can no longer see yr face.
But jess jess
Surely you jest
You’ll always have a space
In my little eight year old heart
Made of silly string and broken art.
