I don't know what kind of person you want
But I know it's not me
I'm bones against your bones
I'd leave you for warm weather and warmer women
My memories of you aren't cold
Haggling at the farmers market unwilling to give up a single penny
But also unwilling to give up a single piece of fruit in our basket
I misunderstood you
you'll never understand me
But when the days end
And I'm throwing up at your door
I'll sit in the shower while you wash my clothes
