And just when i'd try to do my best to express it all,
You'd cock your head towards the sliding glass door and ask,
"hey, you wanna play pinball?"
Cause I was your girl.
The one with black hair and sad eyes
And a kind heart and soft hands.
You said, "no, babe, don't pull back on the spring,
You gotta hit it like a man."
And you cupped my hand into a fist.
It's funny -
The things you find you miss.