I don't recall telling you my last name
(Of course, you learned it from the others,)
In fact, I don't remember telling you where I live either.
(The gossipy Barbie Dolls that judge purely on looks,)
Or which window was to my bedroom.
(The dogs that trail after me like they have a shot)
I don't think we talked much about my family,
(But it doesn't matter does it?)
Do you know what my favorite food is?
(That's insignificant, though,)
Or my favorite color?
(Of course you do! I told you, when you were asking me all those ridiculously inconsequential questions about myself)
what's your favorite color?
(I didn't ask, I was too embarrassed by your unearthly elegance)
What did you like to eat before you were changed?
(Not that it matters, you can't eat it anyways)
What do you like to read?
(Why do I care?)
What are your hobbies?
Do you fish?
(I love movies)
Do you write?
(I hate gym class, I'm so absurdly clumsy)
You play piano
any other instruments?
(Like the violin? Something else classical and old, like you
(But that's ok, since you're hard to kill, even if I'm made of softer stuff)
(And it terrifies me when you drive so fast)
And you're so hauntingly
(But it's ok)
(Because you're perfect)
(And you're mine, all mine, I won't share)
So wonderful, like an angel fallen from Heaven
(Even though I don't deserve you)
(I'm far too plain)
Glitters like a thousand crystals in the sunlight
(Mike's clueless, like the others)
(And you're mine
I love you
(Who cares if we've only known each other two weeks?)
(Who cares if you order me around?)
(Physically drag me to your car)
(I deserve it, you're protecting me, you haven't done anything wrong)
In love with you
what's your middle name? Never mind. It doesn't matter.)