Tattoo

You aren’t really on my mind
Not really all the time
Not really all I find
In strangers faces

I’ve got my own life too
So very much to do
No time to write songs for you
Or haunt our places

Ooh what do I do
With this tattoo
All I have left of you

You definitely aren’t there
Making jokes in your underwear
Making fun of my morning hair
I can’t remember

How you would hold me tight
Leave on a crack of light
So I’d see that I was alright
A dying ember

Ooh what do I do
With this tattoo
All I have left of you

You truthfully aren’t my type
Not with your smile just right
Not with your honest eyes
And good good graces

Honey it’s plain to see
The bridge between you and me
Was a beautiful fantasy
We couldn’t make it

Ooh what do I do
With this tattoo
All I have left of you

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