The best days,
Start out as the worst days, it`s true,
Like when I met you.
You kissed me,
Then drove away, and now I`m dying,
Just to see you.

I got the pictures back,
Right now they sure look pretty,
But I know, they`ll fade in time.

You still haven`t called me,
You know I still care,
And when I kissed you,
Why were you so scared?
I didn`t care if your parents,
Hated me at all.

I know we`re both busy,
But now you`re not there,
I wish you were still here in your underwear,
Or with your clothes still on,
It doesn`t matter at all.

I`m waiting, and waiting,
You`re fading away.
I still see, you at work,
Shelving books by Ernest Hemingway.

And the girls round here just aren`t the ones for me,
The last girl I was with was from Albuquerque.
I got grass stains when she kissed me,
But I know that she won`t miss me,
The girls round here just aren`t the ones for me.

Ernest Hemingway,
Ernest Hemingway,
Ernest Hemingway.