My Only One

remember when we got our lip rings stuck together

it took a passerby to help us come undone

and stupid me i thought that was some kind of sign

you were always gonna be my only one

remember when we went got matching tattoos

like everything we did we made it lots of fun

but something changed in there

man i don't know what happened

maybe a passerby helped us come undone

and they're not

a pretty way to say you're gone

remember when we went and picked out perfect pumpkins

at first

i thought the face you carved in yours was glad

but when we lit that check the lantern with a candle

those eyes became somehow disgusted and mad

and there's not

a pretty way to say you're gone

and there's not

a pretty way to say you're gone

remember when we packed your things up into boxes

we stood and told ourselves in silence we weren't done

but as you drove away i guess somehow i knew

that you'd never really been my only one