Said I liked your hair, but that's never gotten me anywhere.
And I like the way our hands fold together like the teeth in the zipper of my sweater.
And I'm trying so hard to guard my heart, locked away in this chest... I'm doing my best,
but I haven't had much luck.
I haven't had much love, or any at all.
And I can't help the thought that we carry old crushes in our back pockets.