Matt Bogart & Lauren Kennedy Follow

The old apartment with the curtains that my mother made
You hung the picture that I made back in seventh grade
The night we took it down the water all turned brown
Too bad we never moved uptown
You’d crawl home late and use the phone while I’d pretend to sleep
You’d call that girl from work we both said looked like Meryl Streep
The walls were paper thin
I felt them closing in
I never asked you where you’d been
And when you’d say you weren’t like other men
I’d ask why you’d chose me
You’d smile at me again
And then I’d know
We felt like grown ups making plans and talking over tea
We called it fisher prices my first infidelity
You’d sing a nursery rhyme
We’d play our pantomime
You told me all we had was time
I read the note you wrote the last time that you came around
You said our loves a paper plane that’d barely left the ground
The spelling made me cry
I laughed and let it fly
I watched it sail into the sky
That’s all you’re just a picture on the wall and clothes in the closet
I’ll probably help you pack
But hurry back,
Hurry back,
Hurry back,
Hurry back.