I still remember how it felt when I got your text apologizing that you couldn't meet me because you had a job interview.
I still remember how days later you texted me saying you had just gotten off work and if I wanted to hang.
("He got the job!" I remember thinking as I read the text)
Those afternoons in your room meant so much to me
I sat nervously on your bed hoping you would make a move
Playing video games was fun but I could tell you were getting awkward
I watched you look at your watch and check the bus schedule
I guess it was time for me to leave
In your room, we ate strawberries.
you noticed my lipstick was coming off and you laughed, I thought that was sweet.
You told me pointless things but I liked hearing you talk because I like you
It's too bad you don't like me back
I bet you would like me if you got to know me.
I don't even know you well and I like you.
Ah how I miss those afternoons sitting in your room.
You still have my lighter
I bet you threw it away by now
Not that it matters, I had just boughten the cheapest one at the liquor, you even lent me 50 cents.
But if it had been your lighter that you left
I would have kept it locked away with my other treasures
Next time I suppose I'll add some stickers to my lighter and make it seem special
That way you keep it
