You don’t know her soul and her pain
You don’t know her scoulding showers
You don’t know the way she’ll sleep through a storm or forget it all together
You don’t know the in between
You don’t know her favorite part of last summer cause you weren’t there
You don’t know the way she cooks or the way she gets ready in the morning
You don’t know how she punches you in the face with jealousy
You don’t know the way she holds her love in your face like a bone
You don’t know the way she turns away
You don’t know the way she dances
You don’t know the way she says I love you
You don’t know the way she says my name
You don’t know the way she drinks Jack Honey
You don’t know the story
You don’t know how she tells you
You don’t know how she puts it off until next time
You don’t know how her room looked every other time she moved her bed
You don’t know her powers
You don’t know what she threw into the river
You don’t know how to make her laugh
You don’t know how to write to her
You don’t know what she can truly do to you
You don’t know how to make her feel
You don’t know how to fight with her
You don’t know how to pick her up and drop her off
You don’t know how to leave her in the morning
You don’t know rainy fucking days
You don’t know dirt fucking roads
You don’t know string fucking lights
You don’t know seasons
You don’t know her father
You don’t know her mother
Don’t fucking act like it