I fell for the numbers that you brought along
Like 3, the weeks where you made me feel like I belong
6, the day of my birthday, when you first kissed me
And 8, the day when you said you loved me
As we grew apart, I started hating 24
You had wondered if I had promised it before
A friend I said to marry if later I was lone
I said 25, you promised you’d take me before if I was alone
1 year before it had to be,
I’d be 24 and you would come for me
Sometimes I wish I knew what had gone wrong
I think of you whenever I listen to this one french song
You weren’t ready, and I had hoped for more
Resulting in us not talking, which shooks me to my core
Writing poems, saying it would keep me sane
Wishing you were holding me so it could stop the pain
Staring into my eyes, holding me tight
With you I could never put up a fight
Lord knows I tried though
And you leaving was such a low blow
If time is what you need, time I will provide
I’ll wait for you, by the lines on the side
Its ok though, it’s not that bad
But often times it makes me sad
Truthfully, I should have seen it coming
But why did you look so in love, if this was just a fling
I am such a fool, writing this whilst in your sweater
Every thoughts of us becoming a bit more bitter
You say you love me, but how can it be true?
Maybe you simply liked me whilst I loved you
Now here I am, a 17 year old longing for 24
Hoping I ain’t a fool and you are worth waiting for.