Your thick rimmed glasses,
striped sweater, black peacoat,
and white SUV from '98.
It's been over a year,
and I thought I'd never want you back,
but now I see,
I can't find the perfect man,
because I can't have you.
I can't have your intellect,
or your dry humor,
in my life ever again.
Never.
The messages you don't answer.
The songs I will not play,
I cannot play,
that I would play.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 6:38 PM UTC
Your thick rimmed glasses,
striped sweater, black peacoat,
and white SUV from '98.
It's been over a year,
and I thought I'd never want you back,
but now I see,
I can't find the perfect man,
because I can't have you.
I can't have your intellect,
or your dry humor,
in my life ever again.
Never.
The messages you don't answer.
The songs I will not play,
I cannot play,
that I would play.
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