Give her your affection and she'd give you the freckle on the inside of her hip
She was that kind of girl.

Green apple ***** with bruises under her shirt
The kind of girl who's smile broke your heart before you even realized your heart was hers

The kind of girl who made you wish you'd learned to paint so you could keep her morning eyes always
Hanging on your walls in distant shades of grey

The kind of girl who made you wish you'd learned to write music instead of learning to paint
Because her laugh was bells and whistles
And the saddest thing you'd ever heard

Give her ten minutes of your time and she'd give you anything you asked for
And you'd never know what to ask for because you'd never imagined you'd have a girl like her

A fear of the dark, torn cuticles, and an inability to stay within the lines of time
One morning you would wake up to an empty closet

You'd realize she was everything and you were a tally on a bedpost
She was that kind of girl