Giraffe (What's Wrong with Us) - Dear Reader

She was exquisite

I wanted to lift the hair of her head and take it home for a pet

And when she said it

It meant so much more than any time you ever did

Except I’m not sure that you even ever really did

She flopped on the counter

And she told me how she is in love while I watched her hands flutter

And I had to wonder

If she knew in that moment how jealous I really was of her

If she knew just how long it has been since I really felt that way

I want to light up the room with my eyes

When you walk through the door

We should ignite the city’s Christmas lights

When I lace my hand in yours

But that’s what’s wrong with us

We take out the camera

And it’s always the same, there’s an «X» by our name, you are absent

But it doesn’t matter

And that makes me think that there must be a gist to this pattern

If our kind of together is kind of like never then are we that?

I want to light up the room with my eyes

When you walk through the door

We should ignite the city’s Christmas lights

When I lace my hands in yours

But that’s what’s wrong with us