She Don't Call

The road to romance is paved with broken hearts
Most tales are better left untold
Still I feel compelled to tell you of this one

I liked her so much
She don't even call me anymore
And I hope she remembers me but
I doubt she gives a damn, child that's for sure

She was manic this, she was obsessive that
She stood five foot one when her feet were flat
She was always wearing some crazy platform shoes
Her hair was different every week
It was brown red blonde with a blue green streak
Before it was long it was gone and spiked with moose
We did lots of stuff but she did more
We crashed the all-night grocery store
She came home smelling like booze and listerine
And her shirt was short, and her pants were tight, and I liked to see her every night but
I think there was somebody else she was seeing (That's what I tell my friends.)

I liked her so much
She don't even call me anymore
And I hope she remembers me but
I doubt she gives a damn, child that's for sure

Once a distant dream of mine, way too cool and so damn fine. I had to carefully assess the situation. She was clever hip. She was whimsical, riding on a candy-striped bicycle, like a warrior princess in Japanese animation. She came to my place and I sang my song. To my surprise it didn't take that long. We hooked up the first time that we went out. But after that, things weren't quite the same. She got so wasted she forgot my name. I was hoping she'd show me what love was all about

But it was never meant to be, a passing fancy is all I'll amount to
It was never meant to be, I guess I'll learn to live without you

I liked her so much
She don't even call me anymore
And I hope she remembers me but
I doubt she gives a damn, child that's for sure
I liked her so much
She don't even call me anymore
And I hope she remembers me but
I doubt she gives a damn, child that's for sure