In A Week

In a week she’ll forget about the summer
When you held her hair back coz she was feeling queasy
In a week she’ll say she lost your number
You’ll wonder how she can leave the scene so easily

On that field in a blanket
We touched not so much the bat of any eye
I scrolled through her feed out of random
I see a tatted hand flat on her thigh

How swift the death
How short your memory
I hope I forget
How swift you left
Thanks for the memory
I hope I forget

In a week she’ll forget the plans that you’ve made
When you both return to your hometown in the winter
You’ll give up then she’ll hit you
You’ll pick up then you’ll smoke her out
She’ll say ‘thank you, bro’ you’ll fall to splinters
Like the ones that you pulled out
Of her hands in the fall
She got sneaking out
When she left you at the bonfire
Should’ve told you how she felt
Before she spoke out

How swift the death
How short your memory
I hope I forget
How swift you left
Thanks for the memory
I hope I forget

How swift the death
How short your memory
I hope I forget
How swift you left
Thanks for the memory
I hope I forget