Nov 07, 2009 02:03
I just remembered that time at the market. Snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart and rode down aisle five. You looked behind you and smiled back at me. Crashed into a rack of magazines. They asked us if we could leave.
Can't remember what went wrong last September, though I'm sure you'd remind me if you had to.
Our love was comfortable and so broken in.
I sleep with this new girl, I'm still getting used to. My friends all approve, say "She's gonna be good for you,". They throw me high fives. She says the bible is all that she reads, and prefers that I not use profanity. Your mouth was so dirty.
Life of the party, and she swears that she's artsy. But you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane.
Our love was comfortable and so broken in.
She's perfect, so flawless, or so they say.
She thinks I can't see the smile that she's faking and poses for pictures that aren't being taken. I loved you, gray sweatpants, no make up. So perfect.
Our love was so comfortable and so broken in.
She's perfect, so flawless.
I'm not impressed.
I want you back.