Fröken Larsson

I will think he's shallow
Someday soon
I'll rant about his lack of taste
and soon
he can look for my love somewhere
far beyond the moon
and I will have forgotten his embrace
But for now, all that I
can think of is his keanu eyes
Oh I'm not ready I keep slipping
all the time
I'm longing for the day when he
won't occupy my mind
I guess I'll just have to wait
another while

Someday soon
I won't remember rainy
afternoons
Warm soft skin and kissing
under blankets
I assume
That any day now, he will be
replaced

But it's hard oh so hard
Lonely Sundays, crisps and
coke and chocolate bars and
VCR
I wish I could stop wondering
where he went
and what he's doing now and
and what we were and what it
meant
Right now I just wish that he
was still around