“She Doesn’t Get It” - The Format
Suddenly between sheets and eyelids, I am reminded why I don’t do this.
I fall in love far too quickly,
I never want her to forget me.
When you’re gone,
Will you call?
Will you write?
She says she’s leavin on a Sunday,
Oh, that leaves me one more night.
Can I take you home?
I know it’s wrong, but I know your type.
Oh, it’s mushy, I know, but it’s 3 am, and I’m in that kind of a mood. This song makes me happy and sad, all at the same time.
