cloudy warm days wrapped up in,' you touched my foot? '
skinny boys with black rimmed glasses
strawberry motor oil
hairy legs
and wrapping you around my finger
i know it comes and goes, but
when it's there, it's like her face smiling back into my green eyes
just looking for another girl
your strange and i like you
curly crazy hair, you say your old
but i know your just another peterpan with a sink full of old books
i texd you the other day, but it wasn't you
he asked me if i worked for the state and i shook my head
your jacket doesn't fit you anymore
and i like your watch
as you bite your lip, kinda, ho hum smile
thinking to yourself, i'm not really looking at you
like that
cory's got my number
laying in bed
playing war
friendly fire
and he looks off not waiting to hear it
it wasn't my idea
can i say i'm sorry and come back again?
i ask you for the clash, but you give me willie nelson
even tho you said, i couldn't anymore, that you didn't know how to feel about it
i don't even know your name, your age, or if you still want me
the way i want you
you only return to torture me more
i'm sorry i fell asleep
warped glass in her eyelashes
i dream of her
but i make into what i wish you saw
the dumb, it's the worst part
the way he looks at you, that feeling, that's my feeling
cold goosebumps of lazy summer days
sitting on your face
you use to do it all the time
if you feel bitter i will understand
every time i start with something new
i fold you in, like i was baking a angel food cake
i wish i could read you
i feel very small around you
like i'm in need of being broken, or held
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