visions

Tortured by visions of you with a girlfriend
She's got small hands, and you hold 'em like it's nothin
You walk with her to her job at the thrift store
She's wearing all pink, post ironic, good for her

And I'm tortured by visions of you with a boyfriend
He's older than me, hell his hair's almost graying
He's got all the wisdom and humor and patience
And you don't mind, kinda like that he's aging

And I'm tortured by visions of you with a good wife
She irons your shirts and she cooks you what you like
She's having your baby, she's due in September
What was that old fling's name? Now you don't remember

And I'm tortured by visions of you with a husband
Who knows how to build shit, and works for the government
He spins you around while you dance to a record
In hardwooded floor home, life couldn't be better



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Writer(s): Juno Hyde
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