Those long summer
night we spent
hiding in the sheets
smoking cigarettes
until our throats
would bleed

We spoke of old lovers
and past
memories
the memories we have
become quite fond
of

Telling our deepest
secrets and sharing things
we've never spoke of to
another
afterwards crossing
pinkies , promising to
never tell

It's not the first
time we've made
love
but from the look in
your green-hazel
eyes
you wouldnt call this
'making love'
now would you?

I've grown quite
fond of
you but I
wouldn't call this
skinny love because i
know when we are
making love she
is the one you wish
I was

and I suppose
you could say this
isn't right
but if you were me
then you would
understand I would
rather have you pretend
I am her then
nothing
at all.