The best days,
Start out as the worst days, it's true,
Like when I met you.
You kissed me,
Then drove away, and now I'm dying,
Just to see you.
I got the pictures back,
Right now they sure look pretty,
But I know, they'll fade in time.
You still haven't called me,
You know I still care,
And when I kissed you,
Why were you so scared?
I didn't care if your parents,
Hated me at all.
I know we're both busy,
But now you're not there,
I wish you were still here in your underwear,
Or with your clothes still on,
It doesn't matter at all.
I'm waiting, and waiting,
You're fading away.
I still see, you at work,
Shelving books by Ernest Hemingway.
And the girls round here just aren't the ones for me,
The last girl I was with was from Albuquerque.
I got grass stains when she kissed me,
But I know that she won't miss me,
The girls round here just aren't the ones for me.
Ernest Hemingway,
Ernest Hemingway,
Ernest Hemingway.