I can remember parking lot nights...
You seemed really great when I first met you.
everything that I want in a guy.
So I guess you liked me too. You did ask me out.
It was wonderful the first couple of weeks.
The sweet emails, you calling me sweetie,
us talking forever.
I loved that.
However, the way I see it, I'm nothing
more than just a marvelous "booty call".
I hate this.
You told me "I love you", and I
naively believed you.
Now all you want is my hand down
your freakin pants.
What the hell is up with that?
I do love you.
I did love you.
I loved you when you were sweet.
I loved you when I thought there was truth.
Now you're just some guy who wants "some".
Hell, you want all of it.
I thought you were better than that.
I'm not even going to end this with "love always".
-Carly Current Mood: contemplative