Shouldn’t we always know it won’t last?
That girl, curled under her blanket,
Sleepily murmuring romantic ideals to a man
On the other end of the phone who
Returned each and every one:
She didn’t know.
She had forgotten, somehow.
Shouldn’t we always know it won’t last?
That girl, curled under her blanket,
Sleepily murmuring romantic ideals to a man
On the other end of the phone who
Returned each and every one:
She didn’t know.
She had forgotten, somehow.