Reasons lyrics

Reasons we don't work.

He doesn't like bananas. I mean, who doesn't like bananas?

Our favorite football team are bitter rivals. Obviously he has terrible taste in football teams.

He is sweet like a lemon, I am sweet like a stolen candy.

All of my scars smirk. He smokes cigarettes... disgusting.

I have never solved a Rubik's Cube. I cannot recognize the appropriate moment to give up.

I've got my eyelashes at the rabbit hole.

He is a lazy cook. He eats frozen vegetables straight from the freezer bag using his hand as a five-fingered fork.

Wanting him was like ignoring the warning not to keep my hand on the burner for too long as a lesson in withstanding heat. Turns out I am most receptive to hands-on learning.

Love is not like high school, I cannot skip the homework and still ace the test.

I swear he'll never move, and I'll always shimmy-shake.

I swear I'm just a bird in the body of a girl afraid of heights.

I swear like a salivate at the taste of a soap washing out my mouth.
He is clean white t-shirts and silly southern grandpa things from the 40s.

I am eager to get my hands dirty.

I treat love like a semester abroad. All of my poetry is just unsent postcards, I keep a packed suitcase.

Love is a house I can only recognize as home once I've left it, I am always looking back.

He is not my next adventure. I want a front porch story filled with laughter and lemonade tongue kisses. He is a back porch story.

I'll regale one evening, when the rolling bowl of thunder reminds me of him, barreling through my rose garden, leaving behind boldly standing stems of thorns.

I can't show him where it hurts. He won't tell me how he feels.

He is the Rubik's cube I cannot put down. I don't wanna wonder, what his fives-fingered fork feels in mine.

Why you won't look me in the eyes and smile at the same time?

Why one minute and seven second is the longest I can go without looking at him when we we're in the same room? I always catch him looking away.

When I sweep my love under the rug I trip over it. It is not romantic when falling over one's own love. What has not been, can never be lost, might be the most romantic sh*t I've ever heard.

"One day" is the most romantic thing he ever said to me. He was drunk when he said it. Evidently he is forgetful when he is drunk. I am the worst kind of forgetful, I remember everything.