Okay. I wrote this last night when I woke up from a nightmare about a bus. Just in case you were wondering. Also this is f r i e n d s h i p, not romance that they broke up from. And this goes out to the lovely Jacky because she's amazing and always so supportive!
I can't wear lip gloss anymore
No I'm stuck to lipstick
Why?
Because every time I swipe on lip gloss
All I can think of is you
And how fucking obsessive you were with it
And how we used to laugh and giggle about it
(Because I was supposed to be the girly one)
And now
Now I can't use it anymore
Not even Sexy Motherpucker
Which is simply amazing
And you took that from me
You took a lot of things from me
I eat Taco Bell now
(Religiously)
Because you loved it
And I hated it
And some of my best memories
Are of that stupid drive through
I don't go to the beach anymore
I've never really liked the beach
Sand and dirt and lake water
Never really my thing
But you loved the beach
We would get up early
Another thing I despised
And you'd grab your towel and bathing suit
I usually would be towing two bags
At least
Cosmo, Seventeen, Us Weekly, Modern Bride
Tanning oil, sun screen, two pairs of sunglasses
(In every color)
Four water bottles, Gatorade, nail polish
And you would laugh
"Don't you ever just enjoy being?"
"Being what?"
"Just being"
"I'm a little more productive than that"
And you'd roll your eyes
And I'd roll mine
But we'd smile and you'd grab one of the magazines
I prefer pools now where cabana boys tend to my every whim
(I always was the bitch)
I don't listen to country anymore
Which is fine
I never did like it much
But there always was
A few songs I liked
(Adored)
I'm sure you know them
We would croon them at the top of our lungs
With the windows down
(I didn't even bitch about the tangles)
And we'd promise that as soon as we were eighteen
We'd be the next American Idols
(Such a fucking lame show)
But that's okay
I'm back to Britney Spears
I always was
A Pop Princess
(And you were always so damn quirky)
But I truly sincerely
Utterly
Hope
That I wasn't the only one that lost things
I hope that you can't smell
Juicy Couture perfume
Without thinking of me
(Because I'd always spritz some onto you too)
I hope that you can't go eat Chinese food
Without remembering
How I obsessed over the fortunes
(How come all the bad ones come true?)
I hope you can't stand going to the airport
Because all you can remember is my face
(How I loved to give stories to the faces)
And I hope you can't hear this song
The song that plays behind me
As I do what I'm about to do
Without remembering that you were the one
To really kill me
(Don't worry it's on repeat)