Poor Memory<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We were walking in the park
No, Eating at a restaurant
No, We were swinging on a swingset
We’d watched the sunset and I told you that I loved you And you said you could never love me back
Wait,
No,
You said you didn’t know what to say
No,
You said you loved me too
In fact, I think you said you loved me first<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And to hold your purse so you could kiss me
And that forever and ever together we’ll be
And maybe if I had better memory my heart would be a little more broken But thank god
for fucked up memory<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"