They were strangely in love with it
They were in love
With the broken frames on his face
And his fluffy blond hair.
Is this what it felt like to you, my love?
When you gradually fell for your best friend?
Ha, I know you don't struggle much
With that stuff anymore.
They and you switched roles,
Yet you two have so much in common.
They miss you - I miss you.
My lovely carnation,
I wish you were here to see
How happy she is
With a blond, stubborn, glasses-wearing human.
You'd probably notice the description
Matches another European dork,
And you'd raise an eyebrow.
You'd probably note that she could do better,
But they'll shrug your comment off
As they did with a fellow artist.
She was sad about that for a while,
When they say, "eh, you could do better."
They couldn't do any better than this
Because they think he is the best,
And I agree.
I know the ins and outs of them -
They couldn't do better.
I hope you're doing well, dear.
