You had it all yet you wanted my heart. You always knew it was yours from the start.
Every girl with a fashion sense reminds me of you and every time you open your mouth I know this much is true:
You never fucking listen, just wait for your turn to talk. I close my eyes and visualize silhouettes of chalk.
I have these guilty daydreams of falling asleep behind the wheel; you'd lose your grip on my heart if only they were real.