Your parents bought you a house she didn’t want to touch me 
 Flew back home after a year we made out for two weeks
 You cried at the side of the road and then got married 
 This one’s still around still a friend I don’t think we were happy 
 A blunt fringe promised of forever left me for dead dog 
 Had no money I paid for your bus ride from Scotland 
 Long distance from Ireland you didn’t really love me
 Made clothes from up north not sure which book you were reading
 A really nice person but I couldn’t get romantic 
 An accidental friend face smash every now and then 
 You were too young but brilliant at eighteen 
 We made out in the playground you kicked me out 
 English in Germany another head shaved you didn’t want to 
 see me again

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