This is not what I was expecting Definitely not you.
A girl of few words Yet so free, she didn’t need me But she let me into her world.
She let me see her favourite place, her favourite people, and the most recent place she called home She let me into her space, but that seemed easy for her Her mind on the other hand, her thoughts That was her secret place.
Many nights I’d wonder, and my thoughts would run mad I guess I always doubted what we had, would last Because good things never do (not for me anyway) They never do, And this, felt too good. So it didn’t.
But I guess that’s what I get, for thinking that for one second, I’d know what was next.
Because now I’m sure that while she’s moved on, I’m stuck here thinking, “This is not what I expected” But I’m glad I’ve been infected, By the memories, of you.
Time capsule in gangrene foot. It was madness of the legs. There were no sins in the ghetto. Only illicit distillation and girls changing the beds. It stinks when he says he was god. What was the ism of the