You make me think of old movies and twin peaks.
Book stores and old brown playboy magazines.
Remember when you fingered me in the library.
I'm not in love with you,
I'm in love with the memories.
I could still cry when I think of you.
You're brown corduroy pants and leather shoes.
I miss the way you would grab my ass and how we would skip class.
I don't remember the bad parts,
I would really have to try.
I just remember who happy it made me,
That you loved me so much.