You told me to never let a guy ruin a song for me
But now every time I hear Jack Johnson
I picture you stumbling over the licks on your acoustic
As I watch enamored by every chord you strum
Banana pancakes will never taste the same
As that morning I was wildly hungover
And I watched you cook
As I often did when I spent the night
My nose will never forget the smell
That was naturally you
My ears will never forget the sound
Of you pretending you could sing
Along to "She Will Be Loved"
You touched my soul in ways
Few have the power to
I opened up just enough
To let you do so
Now you've left with part of me
You peered into a window of my soul
And selfishly took that piece of me with you
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
You told me to never let a guy ruin a song for me
But now every time I hear Jack Johnson
I picture you stumbling over the licks on your acoustic
As I watch enamored by every chord you strum
Banana pancakes will never taste the same
As that morning I was wildly hungover
And I watched you cook
As I often did when I spent the night
My nose will never forget the smell
That was naturally you
My ears will never forget the sound
Of you pretending you could sing
Along to "She Will Be Loved"
You touched my soul in ways
Few have the power to
I opened up just enough
To let you do so
Now you've left with part of me
You peered into a window of my soul
And selfishly took that piece of me with you
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