Yo give me back those moonlit walks,
The pillow talk,
The candle light, the random fights,
The 'I'll be home soon tonight'
Give me back those dead flowers,
The cold showers,
Monday nights two-for-one dinners,
The left overs.
Give me back my neglected plans,
Broken promises,
All those little lies that
hid behind the honesty.
Give me back my lack of exercise
And side of french fries,
A box of tissues
For those sad little wet eyes.
Give me back my mix tapes
Fifty cent plastic rings,
Give me back my tickets
To hear Sharon sing.
Give me back my misdirection,
and sudden movements.
Give me back my tooth brush,
And self improvement.
Give me back my coulda woulda shoulda's
And I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to lady,
She looked sad and it was pouring.
Give me back my umbrella,
smothering your neediness.
Yo give me back my hand,
you greedy witch.
And yo, good luck
Zippin up that dress.
Give me back my family drama,
And the stress.
Give me back my self respect,
The make-up sex.
The awkward jitters that
Chill around your neck.
Give me back the romance,
The stolen moments.
My old sweat shirt,
My stereo components.
My leaps of faith,
The lotion on your heels.
My sweaty palms,
'Good morning, cheap feels'
Yo give em back.
Yo give me back my dinner and a movie
Pink bubblegum,
Popcorn, candy, sweet nothings,
yo none of em.
Give me back my paperbacks with dented edges
Give me back my shortcomings
Reaching out
For desperate measures.