…We were young?

03/01/2011

Once I was there,
A lovely commotion.
You danced with my flesh,
As a sickening garb.
My lips were your lips,
My songs were worth saving,
saving your sole,
drove off in your car.
But now you’re too cool,
You found a new boy toy,
A healthy young man,
with a sweater and scarf.
Trained tragically with his jedi powers,
while I trudge behind in a dark lonely march.

Come on, come on;
Why don’t you love my like how you loved me when we were young?
Come on, come on;
Why don’t you love my like how you loved me when we were young?

I trusted you,
spent every moment defending your life from the mobs of naive.
But I was the fool,
to fork over fondly my will to exist,
Because you’re that cool.

Come on, come on;
Why don’t you love my like how you loved me when we were young?
Come on, come on;
Why don’t you love my like how you loved me when we were young?

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