Your picture

was in the news

a piece of paper my friends

may have burned but it refused



and though you

wore a smile

the muscles that you flex too much

look tired after a while

and you always forced your style



I wrote you

love notes

I pulled you from fights

I even dug moats

so I could swim at night

to my homerun hilary



I've only just begun

to live again and be my own best friend

and now yo've come



a vampire

must be fed

but oh, oh I'm unwilling to be bled



it took a fast pitch

on the inside

and like a white whitch

on a mercy ride

it's my homerun hilary



my homerun hilary



reach for the sky homerun hilary