[Draft: Feb 11, 2011]
I lent you my heart and you returned it in pieces
you won't borrowing anything of mine anymore
So can I have back my sweater, my hand written letters
They're no good to you now
Give me back my mixer, my copy of twister
You've got no one to play with for now
I wanted to say goodbye and get out
But you stole the words right out of my mouth
Before I knew it, my heart began to break in two
Just like waffles from the iron I gave you
My place is empty, you have it all
You stole my heart as well as my socks
Hanging around with those kind of guys
Fill my chest and my shoes with rocks
So can I have back my sweater, my hand written letters
They're no good to you now
Give me back my mixer, my copy of twister
You've got no one to play with for now
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2 comments:
It sounds kind of like a break up here. Sorta like they where both thinking the same thing but then one beat you to the punch so it hurts because you thought youd be the heart breaker here.
iiii still have your sweater..
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