She smelled of vanilla and smiled when you spoke to her.
You could never remember the colour of her eyes, you said, you thought they were green. It never mattered that much to you anyway. You couldn't remember if she had braces or crooked teeth or pink lips. It wasn't of any importance at the time, but when she leaves and you see her with him and you start to see the galaxies in her eyes, don't call them violet. You rich kid. You player. You'll go up to her in the hall, put your arm around her, and she'll shrug it off. You'll notice that she's stopped smiling when you speak to her. You'll notice that her eyes are brown. You'll notice that you dream of them. You'll notice that her old clothes at your house still smell of vanilla. You'll notice, and it'll finally matter to you, now.

i like that smile you give me with a wink and looking for *******
like everyday and how your little brother likes me too and you
just like being crazy and spontaneous and wild
you're always so wild, baby,
but you just don't care about other people,
just you and your wild needs and wants but
i like those lips and those eyes and that tongue and the wild in that laugh.