I Don't Got A Thing For Sloppy Hugs

I don't got a thing
For sloppy hugs,
But I miss the way
You used to dance in
That lazy manor,
But you always had me
Close enough to whisper,
'I'm gonna miss these days,
Even though there's
Quite the confusing haze,
No matter what,
You're always gonna be my girl
And no one can take that away from me,
Mr. Successful,
Hot Shot Jock,
Or even Bad Boy Band Kid,
I'll always keep your olive eyes
Tucked in my pocket
With all of your meaningless secrets,'
I just lay in my bed,
And think of all the possible worst things
You could be doing
Now that you're gone:
You could be holding another close and tight
So unlike how you cared for me:
Or you could be living the simple new life
With Mary Jane
That girl we used to hate;
I don't think I can handle
Anymore mascara,
Coz you always said it
Made me look fake and unreal,
But it was you who said
That the song,
The one that got under my skin
Meant we were through for
The rest of time;
You spoke to me in French,
You spoke to me in lies,
You spoke to me in tongue tied stutters,
You spoke to me in fluent claps,
I wish the radio brought you back
Because I listen to it
Night and day;
You gave it to me for my birthday,
Once upon a time,
In an open invite to my
Silver screen action movie
In which involved
You much too much
And it told the story of
You taking me to the old '67 show