I want you to come back to this town.
I want to show you the lake again and I wish we had
actually held each other
like we used to and sometimes I'd rather be inside your
sweatshirt than "No G.O.P. 1988."
I want to talk to you about my gender issues,
which aren't really issues at all,
and I love your guitar
i didn't do my college comp homework
or my Spanish
but you, I did you
"more than like," "obvious metaphors"