Memories

Well its hard to stand up-straight,

With the quilt up the bed and face down the floor,

The time that I always got Late,

Even after all waiting for you to come and hit my door,

Ha Ha, its funny that you still love me,

Hate me more than ever but still not hate me,

You wanted to sell me out,

With every kiss that you won't let me shout,

You crying grapes while I eat your Strawberries,

You still want to hold me down and make more memories.