It's been about a year later since I've had your lips pressed to mine but I can't get over the nostalgia

Maybe it was how your hair always seemed tangled in our kisses or how soft and plush and pink your lips were

And hey, maybe it's just this head cold but I can almost feel you on top of my and I can't breathe, can't think

All I can do is mourn my loss and call it quits

Girls like you don't come around too often and maybe some people say I'm wasting my time on you but I can't think of anyone I'd rather think about