Nostalgia

There was a boy at the station with the same jeans you always wear.
He was with his girlfriend.
I really like those jeans on you.
(I wanna saw them where they wore out and broke)

On the train there was a girl with the same hair your friend has.
I’m not sure she still has it styled that way.
I haven’t seen you or her in years.
(It’s better this way)

I am reading this book and it’s kind of similar to the one I just finished.
Except it’s not the same.
It’s much more raw, and crude and funny.
(And I see myself in this one)

Why am I trying to fix you? You’re perfect.

Why am I thinking about you? I don’t like you.

This one I know. I never thought I could have something in common with this book.