You were always cute
But Goddamn you got hot
Hot enough to streak the streets white with
Sunspots when you walk
And I’m still obsessed with cowboys and Indians
And you biting your lip when you
Lose your breath
I’m not over you yet
I know I will not call
It’s this decision I’ve made
So I’m up all night chanting, «Vow I can’t break!»
I might bite my nails so I can’t scratch my face
But I’d still cut my hair if you asked the right way
I’d at least comb it anyway
You’re still on my towels
In my eyerolls and scowls
And I know what I did, and why
But that don’t mean I can’t regret it
When I’m watching my TV all night
Im not over you yet
Im not over you yet