You’re like a version of my favourite person Warped with colours of the boring mainstream You drink your oat milk vanilla latte And punish me with exhaustive details of your youth My lips curl into a smile on purpose Only because it will your eyes glow
You reapply some sort of makeup Only to pretend the bill isn’t due I gladly oblige with my battered wallet It’s been four years - you don’t need to be awkward
But that was then Emotions ripe Our weary eyes saw warning signs Each in their own corner Predicting each others crime
When light hits the pane Are you thinking of my name When you’re dancing in a crowd Do you wish I was around When the high hits hard Do you miss what we had
Would you turn back time Only to end up here Just to do it again