They say old habits die hard,
And I never really understood what that meant…
Until we were over.
When im driving with friends at night,
I still glance out the window as we drive by your house,
To see if the 3rd window on the second story has light spitting from it.
I still wake up on Tuesday mornings,
Thinking I need to hurry up and get ready,
So I can meet you at ‘our spot’ in the woods where the trees part.
On your birthday,
I still feel the urge to put on an apron that swallows me,
And attempt to bake you a red velvet cake with French vanilla icing.
And when I see you on the street,
I still feel like im supposed to run into your arms,
And kiss you.
They say old habits die hard,
But not me,
I say they never die completely.
And I never really understood what that meant…
Until we were over.
When im driving with friends at night,
I still glance out the window as we drive by your house,
To see if the 3rd window on the second story has light spitting from it.
I still wake up on Tuesday mornings,
Thinking I need to hurry up and get ready,
So I can meet you at ‘our spot’ in the woods where the trees part.
On your birthday,
I still feel the urge to put on an apron that swallows me,
And attempt to bake you a red velvet cake with French vanilla icing.
And when I see you on the street,
I still feel like im supposed to run into your arms,
And kiss you.
They say old habits die hard,
But not me,
I say they never die completely.
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