Eloquent Tongues and Dirty Little Secrets

Her pillow still smells like you,
And her sheets are the same.
Every note you ever wrote and signed with your name.

She can't forget you even though she tries
And everytime you go out with another girl.
Her speech gets more intricate,
As she gets more indignant.

So she wants you back but she's too afraid to ask
She's got boys for bandaids ,
And friends for the gauze.
She'll always tell you that the moneys for a good cause.

Why bother beating around the bush?
She's got no control and it bothers her so much.
She needs you back you're the only one she thinks she trusts.

The smell on her pillows still reminds her of you
And the notes that you wrote are tucked under her pillow
Folded into neat little squares
She still remembers how she met you through that little dare.

And she never thought you'd mean this much
But now, now listen her best talent is her second guessing
She got a little to use to, being safe and sound.
But that assurance is no longer there now that you're not around.

She's so articulate she could sell paints to a blindman
She's so confused that she sometimes her mind is hard to find
And now she doesn't have you
If only she could convince you, like everyone else.