Watch popular content from the following creators: allyy(alpal.2), (gmoneyyyy19), Allie Cameron(allieeeecameron), natalie pistone(nataliepistone), Autumn Gruber(autumngruber), Madison Reynolds(maddsleanna), Kay (kayleighjmurray), Hannah Fox(hangeerfox), ava d(thatjesusgirlava), Macie Gibson. Guy has, just as horrible and ignorant as Miss Chick did. Discover short videos related to why you remind me of a sunday on TikTok. The only thing he can think of is "she has green eyes and brown hair as that slut that used me did." And maybe it's me, but I find this attitude Mr. Guy is quite shallow, he can't seem to focus on what a great person Miss Lady is. Guy did, well the earth would now be populated only by test tubes. In fact if every women thought this way as Mr. Guy GET OVER IT! As a women if I were to ignore any man who reminded me of all the asses I've met (and there are a few), well let's just say I'd be a Lesbian. Although he loves Miss Lady, he still thinks of how bad Miss Chick treated him. Guy tells Miss Lady that they can never be together. Guy sees Miss Lady, he is reminded of Miss Chick who had treated him so poorly. Guy sees another girl (who we'll call Miss Lady) with green eyes and brown hair, just as Miss Chick had. And quite frankly I'd be p-oed if someone treated me this way as well.įlash forward to sometime in the near, or not so near future. Guy is quite p-oed because Miss Chick has been getting overly friendly with every other guy on earth, but him. Guy always gets the girls, Miss Chick doesn't seem to have much interest in him. Miss Chick has (just for humour sake) green eyes and brown hair. Guy (as we will call him) walks into a bar/club and sees a hot girl (Miss Chick as she will be called). General CommentThis is what I can gather from this song. It feels soft and lightweight, with the right amount of stretch. Wouldn't believe all of the things she put me through Dress it up or down with your favorite jeans & cardigan or make a statement as you run off to the grocery store. Csus x33010 and x33013 You remind me of a Sunday Back home in old Kentucky With the church choirs just beltin to the pines And I love you like the. This is why I just can't get with you, no no You won't believe all of the things she put me through (all the shit she put me through) Purchased item: Wish we were better strangers Tee, funny shirt, funny phrase tshirt, joke shirt, mean shirt, sarcasm shirt, teen shirt. This is why I just can't get with you (gotta let you go) I know it's so unfair to you (it's so unfair) You won't believe all of the things she put me through See this girl, she sort of looks just like you You need to sit down, this may take a while Kind of hard to explain, but girl, I'll try Is the same thing that makes me change my mind I am wondering if it will be the same this time around. If this March will follow last year’s routine, where I kiss you and say “you are so hard to leave” only to come home to April, and another house where you will not take your shoes off or come inside again.See, the thing about you that caught my eye I don’t want to care.” I will only admit it to the quiet of the car because that is a rule: saying it out loud makes it real, right? It does not feel like I’m going anywhere if I keep my lips pressed to yours, or your knees tucked behind mine while we sleep. February is turning into March overnight so I practice in the dark as I drive: “I am so scared. We are kissing in the bar, I am on the softball field, the hazy 4 a.m. The thing is, we have been here before, by another door. I had been building us a popsicle stick house glued together with hope a place where, in the mornings, I would make you coffee and you would sit on the sink while I showered. Then one day you would not take off your shoes to come inside. It was as if you opened the door, saw the empty rooms, and decided to shut it quietly on the way out. Tyler Childers sign, Lyric sign, Remind me of a Sunday, Shake the Frost, I love you like the mountains, Farmhouse, Country music, above bed. Somehow, in trying to keep warm, I ended up comfortable under the covers, watching another Saturday night turn into Sunday through the pink half-light of a window that didn’t belong to you, either. You whispered “you are so hard to leave” but reminded me in the same breath that I am the one who has a tendency to go. I am on the opposite side of this - whenever I travel to a place where there are lots of Asians - every other girl reminds. Somehow, April turned to June and you became a distant memory, replaced with better habits and a boy with warm eyes. Somehow a Saturday night turned into the last Sunday we would spend together. He had built us a popsicle stick house with a frame built out of brittle lies and the first cold snap of winter shattered the idea of it ever becoming a home. You cannot dance in a kitchen that doesn’t exist. You cannot shower in a place where the pipes have burst.
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