or last week,
or last month,
or maybe even last year,
you called me perfect.
I'm not very clear on the day, but it was 9:45 pm
all that's looping through my head is you telling me that I'm perfect,
and at 9:45pm each day, I feel like I'm the most special human in the world
and I realize that your feelings for me can fade,
but I promise I hope I'm the Naughty, Perfect, Girlfriend you want me to be.
I remember that you called me perfect.
and you asked me to marry you.
and have your children
maybe thats the future.
but it's all foggy because when I'm with you,
time cease's to exist.
you called me perfect,
and I hope you know that at 9:45pm everyday,
I love you a bit more.