Dear Darcy

Dear Darcy I'm not sorry that I called you perfect anyway

You tell me I should stay and then go dance with him like you're afraid

What I shame I didn't care enough to stay

I left the party early to go cry about it on the train

Dear Darcy are you really happy with a boy who's playing games

And I suppose it's not just me who writes you letters like a freak at night

Honestly look your boyfriends nice

But he doesn't notice that

Oh Dacry you've been crying too it might imply there's lots to lose

Your lips made promises your heart could never keep your playing games