Walked in expecting you’d be late
But you got here early
And you stand and wait
And I walk to you
You pulled my chair out and helped me
And you don’t know how nice that is
But I do
And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did
I’ve been spending the last 8 months thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn and end
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