thethoughtofyou

Permanently tethered to the thought of you

Constantly reminded of the moment in the photobooth

I stole the perfect kiss, and you stole my heart

But now you're touching him and kissing him and fucking in the back of your car

I don't mean to sound rude but you look better with me

And do the conversations come as easily

Does he listen to you when you get lost in your thoughts

Or are his motives predetermined by the notion you're hot

Cos I wanted love like on the silver screen

A little romance interjected with some comedy