You told me I was wrong
I nodded and said "I am wrong"
And I am
But
You still have my uncle’s guitar
And my uncle doesn’t know
After telling me the story of how you found
A guitar in the house when you bought it
And sold it for a lot because it was rare
And my guitar might be rare
And you are gonna tell people
He never asked for it back when he left
Or what about the sweater-jacket thing I gave you
That probably still smells like me
Or maybe it just smells like you now
Or maybe it just smells like ****
Because maybe it’s in the swamp
With the guitar
I’m not going to ask for them back
And what about my virginity
I won’t ask for that back either
Nor will I ask for the months back
So, we're even (And if we're not please let me know)