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[peardelight]

For Archer:

Silly girls with silly sweaters,
Writing down there problems as if to make them better,
But we all know what's in those pocketbooks,
Pages full of risks they should have took,
He loves me, he loves me not,
Common words said by those love crazy robots,
Programmed to think that he might come back,
But why would he when he already has your heart slung over his back,
Stupid girls to think he actually saw your heart on your sweater,
Everyone else knew his feelings were fair weathered,
And when he sees you, of course he knows you are crying inside,
He's perfect and thinks of you as he takes each stride,
HIs regret is overflowing in his perfectly shaped head,
And of course he's thinking of all the things he should have said,
But this scene is worn,
And your sweater is dirty and torn,
You'll still call him cause you know he really cares,
Thats why your conversations consist of what one might imagine to be the sound of air,
Oh silly girl with her silly sweater,
He might have felt the same if he'd actually met her...