I’d still have you you know,
You’re still playing on my heart.
I’d bring you into the house.
They’d try to like you.
My dad would still think you were a shit though, which you are.
My mum would agree, but she knows you make me happy.
She knows I don’t get like this for nothing.
And she knows how long I hold on to lost loves.
It’s worse that we didn’t argue this time.
Just fell silent.
Wish they didn’t have to keep saying I’m “well out of it”.