cut the labels off my clothes as soon as I get home
I toss receipts out and forget how much I spent on you
I find my candy wrappers crinkled in my jacket pockets
Where I put my hands in when it’s awkward between us two
I don’t wanna talk about our plans
To buy each other flowers and go bike in Amsterdam
You said to pack that long silky dress from our first date
You said it was your favorite
Said it was your favorite
I wipe my counter with the towel that I saved for you
I use the toothpaste in my bathroom that you left behind
I squeeze out every little bit just like you always did
And now it’s empty, well, I guess I didn’t really mind
I don’t wanna talk about our plans
To move into that five story walk-up with our plants
And sell my kitchen table ‘cause you liked that yours was white
You promised I would like it
Promised I would like it
No refunds
Or returns and
No refunds
Or exchanges
No refunds
Or returns and
No, no, no
I don’t wanna talk about our plans
To buy a ring and practice how you’d slide it on my hand
Embarrassing how easily you thought that I’d forget
You told me we were perfect
Told me I was perfect
Did I imagine that night I said I was in love?
I could’ve sworn you said it back, was that just in my head?
I’m still surrounded by the things I bought before we met
And now I wonder, should I have kept it for myself instead?