You told me once you love me so much
That no matter what I did, you could forgive
All this advice from all my friends
Can't get me back into your twin bed
Where more(?) and Morrisey watched us perfectly fall asleep
I'd wake up, see my stuff on the floor
Now in white garbage bags in the corridor of your Fairmount apartment
I believe you're perfect for me
I could be perfect for you too
If you'd let me be
21st, and Christian
Two long miles from my doorstep
Your tired head is two miles too far from my chest
I wish you were reading this
On a post it note on your double stacked pillows
On the perfectly made bed
After a long day at the host-end(?)
I bet you'd smile and tell me to come back to Green St
'Cause you missed me
I miss you too
I miss you too