The Sweater - Early Winters

By the smell of this sweater, well I hope that you are teased.

I enclose a misspelled letter, of over dramatic grief.

Let’s forget the hearts we’ve broken,

Can we keep your girlfriend out of —

Private matters,

Of Importance,

Such as these.

Do you remember in a past life, as I do?

They, they get married, and forgotten.

But not you.

Let’s pretend our hearts aren’t broken,

Let’s imagine we both got —

Just,

What we wanted.

When we were just,

Passing through.

Just,

What we wanted,

When we were,

Just passing through.