Sly Curl

Are you sure he treasures you?
'Cause I think he's a philanderer
He didn't close his eyes when he kissed you
And I know he's seeing other women too

Whereas I've loved you
And thought of you ever since the day
I drove you into someone else's bed
I'm still not sure how
You'll see the new me
You used to say
I never listened to a word you said
I'm listening now

I thought you'd always be there
But I woke up and you were gone
I still remember all the games we played
Losing you was the biggest mistake I made

Because I've loved you
And thought of you ever since the day
I drove you into someone else's bed
I'm still not sure how
You'll see the new me
You used to say
I never listened to a word you said
Well, I'm listening now

(I don't remember when we first met. She was just always there, small and meek, a sly curl about her lips that drew me in. We spent the Summer days in an orange tent in the garden, feeling dizzy in the heat, drinking warm Tizer. Then one day a rush of flying ants flushed us out, blinking into the sunlight, swarming around us as we ran. We tried to lose ourselves in the woods, shutting our eyes and bumping into trees, smelling the wild garlic underfoot. But she always knew the way. Maybe she cheated, but I just thought she was smarter than me.)