So what?

So we were drunk, and the lights were down.

So I may have hopped around like a clown.

So it may have looked like I was on drugs.

So I gave you one of my trademark hugs.

 

So it's been a while, so you've forgotten.

So time took its toll, now everything's rotten.

So it looks on the outside that everything's fine.

So I still secretly wish you were mine.

 

So you've made your message clear.

So it's nearly been an entire year.

So my stomach still flutters whenever we touch.

So nothing will ever make me feel as such.

 

So you always figure me out on the spot...

So let me ask you this - so what?

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