jessewestend

I wrote your name on a waffle house napkin,
with the pen I stole from your apartment.
I didnt know what else to do
So I just started writin
I wrote it over and over again
And I wasnt really sure what it meant
Until something happened that shook me deep
one thing I knew was our old red booth
Was now meant for one and not us two
And I figured that might be why
I never seem to sleep.

And I know
Well never talk again
And I know
Were not even friends
But I just cant seem to bel-----ieve
And I know
I shouldnt have called you that
And I know
That bitch broke the camels back
But I just cant seem to beli------eve
Youll never share another booth with me

The waitresses asked whatever happened to
That cute little girl that used to hang on you
With the short black hair
and the mean Disposition?
And I just stared down at the ceramic cup
Pondered the answer and then gave up
And watched my coffee turn
From black to brown.
I said we got into a fight
Like did every other night
Except this time there werent no rain check
For make up sex.

And I know
Well never talk again
And I know
Were not even friends
But I just cant seem to bel-----ieve
And I know
I shouldnt have called you that
And I know
That bitch broke the camels back
But I just cant seem to beli------eve
Youll never share another booth with me

And I remember how we always layed in bed
And how cute you sounded when you said
Baby wont you please buy me a big cheese omelet?
And I remember how I could never eat
With your big doe eyes starin up at me
Just the sight of you
always made me more than full
and everyone would stare at my mohawked hair
and your vegan buttons stuck everywhere
and Id sell my soul to have that feeling now

And I know
Well never talk again
And I know
Were not even friends
But I just
cant
seem to bel-----ieve
And I know
I shouldnt have called you that
And I know
That bitch broke the camels back
But I just
cant
seem to beli------eve
Youll never share another booth with me