the two one two

I wish we were back in the 2-1-2,

On a beat up couch, just me and you.

Young college dreamers and we had no clue,

The team we'd be and the things we'd do.

I remember the fear in my naive eyes,

When I tried to kiss you under dark night skies.

Never thought it'd be me that was telling lies,

Or that I'd be the one that said goodbye.

And I remember the negligence of that first summer.

I worked full-time, acted like I was above her.

She stuck around, our relationship hovered.

Wasn't til Fall that I knew that I loved her.

We both went out, too many bottles of liquor.

When I saw her smile, loved her that much quicker.

Her beautiful mind, even outdo her figure.

Now I'm two bottles down, feeling sicker and sicker.

Miss having her around, I'm stuck on internal bicker.

Clock is counting it down, that's my internal ticker.

I keep hearing the sound, she's on my sleeve like a sticker.

Now I'm two bottles down, feeling sicker and sicker.

Please god, take me back to the 2-1-2.

Bottle in hand with the prettiest view.

I fucked it all up, as if right on cue.

I can only hope that she misses me too.