Come Around.
I've heard over and over that "you're supposed to marry your best friend", but my best friend didn't agree as much as I did.
I've heard over and over that "you're supposed to marry your best friend", but my best friend didn't agree as much as I did.
I found it oddly appropriate that the night I couldn't get the temporary heart tattoo off my forearm was the night you broke my heart.
I can't believe that you smiling at me was the highlight of a day where I got an A on a test, found twenty bucks, and won a debate.
When you told me to go to hell I spent the rest of the night contemplating stabbing myself with a pair of scissors.
To her it was just a drunk game of Spin the Bottle, but for me it was the kiss I had been waiting for.
I didn't want to let him go so badly that I told him this could be 'just a sex thing', something I regretted in the morning when I woke up alone with a pounding head and a black eye.
I spent most of my college life staring at the back of your head in Philosophy class, and when we bumped into each other last week, you gave me a hug like we were old friends and told me you missed me.
As I stood outside watching my breath merge with the cold air and starlight, I realized that he will never need me as much as I need him to need me.
She said she'd never give up on me, but now she's with a drummer.