you'll be drinking champagne in paris
and ill be picking flowers from neighbors gardens
and we probably won't speak for a while,
your gray sweater i have will stop smelling of you
because i might forget about it in my closet
and you might like the french girl with her hairy legs,
we will both forget what waking up together feels like
and i'll eventually forget to miss your huge dimples
and you'll forget my vicious sarcasm
or the way you make me giggle
and we'll sort of fade into nothing and
i'll forget i love you
and you'll forget you love me
and we'll become strangers
once again.