Because You're Sick of Being All Mixed Up

I stand here,
And wait for my hair
To grow longer,
So it's just the same,
As you remember it from
Last summer,
Because honey, I know,
You only loved me when
I was a naive little girl,
Who looked at you with
Wonder in her olive green eyes;
You say it's sad how
All of these children
Have to deal with the
Countless hours of lost sleep,
'Cause I'm so God damn selfish:
How ironic though,
You poor little catholic boy,
Because we've done this all
Just special for you
While you pray the rosary,
I fucking pray,
You never have to hear my thoughts,
Deary bee, I know it for a fact,
It will break your heart;
I just have to ask though,
Where are you now?
You say you saw me
As a blur on the highway,
And I was so terrified,
I begged you to wake me up
By the time spring began;
Your headlights hit my bedroom window
As you drove by that Thursday night;
It was your sick and
Excruciatingly beautiful version
Of a farewell
You'd seen in your favorite book;
Well, I guess if you want to come home,
Because you're sick of being all mixed up,
I could cancel my plans
For this Friday,
And maybe spend the night
Driving around in your plum colored car;
You told me that's not possible:
I wouldn't understand though
'Cause there's this girl you really like,
And you two are gonna
Go down to the playground
We used to vandalize back in the day,
But you say to me,
That you can just tell
I'm lookin' pretty tonight,
With my blonde hair all done
And smoothed down a bit,
Different from when we
Were just kids