I Want My Cardigan Back (A Heartbroken Teenage Angst Rant)
You said that I should get a clue
And so I did
That clue was to rid my love from you
And so I did
Exactly what you told me to do
Always what you tell me to do
And now I’m wondering why I always do that?
Maybe it’s because you have a way with words
Or maybe you’re manipulative
What if I’m too malleable
But one thing is for certain
You stole my cardigan
And everyday you walk around campus looking so goddamned triumphant in it
What’s worse is that you know you look great in it too
And that really sucks because every time I see you in class and your wearing it
I think “Wow, she’s really pretty.”
But also, I just really want my cardigan back, man.
My mom gave it to me for my fifteenth birthday
And even though it might be a little small on me now, it still has sentimental value
Maybe I’m too attached to material things
Because now that I think about it, I keep a lot of junk lying around
But, that’s just because I’m afraid of forgetting about the memories I had with them
Speaking of memories with sentimental things, I went to my first concert in that cardigan
I had my first kiss in that cardigan
I kissed you
And, oh! I’m doing it again. Aren’t I?
I’m thinking about that damn cardigan.
You know if I want it back so bad, I should just ask for it
But, like I said you look great in it and who am I to take that away from you?
Anyways, At this point. I’m way too disoriented to ask you anything.
So instead, I’ll hope it keeps you warm
And that the fleece lines your heart
Because If I tried to ask for it back
I wouldn’t know where to start