EDIT: the following is about a house. not the most awesome girlfriend in the world.
like worn out old jeans my life is confortable not pretty.
these days just pass me by as i save my bucks for a new pair.
a bigger pair to fit all the things that don't fit in my pockets.
i know which pair i want and it's only a matter of time.
i'm picking the colour. i'm picking the shoes to match.
one day soon i'll be in them. new and awkward.
some time after that they'll be comfortable and mine.
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