| Miss B. The last time I saw you You were drunk and On the verge of crying Because I didn't have a crush on you in college. In all fairness, though, You didn't like me either. You say you did, but I could tell By the way you didn't put your arms In the sleeves of my coat When you borrowed it that rainy night. So I turned it inside out when I wore it From your house to mine To let the rain wash the smell of you away. |