Permanent Thing
Here they come down my street
He's standin' there where I use to be
Look at that stupid grin on his face
Don't he look so out of place?
Poor thing, he can't help himself
Just let him have his turn
But baby, you and I both know
Some gifts can't be returned
He not a permanent thing
The night we met, that's all it took
By the cigarette machine
With the babbling brook
I was lookin' at you
You were lookin' right back
Got down on one knee
And made you laugh
I don't really blame you, girl
For messing with his head
I know that you'll be back before
I see that boy again
He not a permanent thing
Cosa Permanente
Aquí vienen por mi calle
Él está parado donde solía estar
Mira esa estúpida sonrisa en su rostro
¿No se ve tan fuera de lugar?
Pobre cosa, no puede controlarse
Déjalo tener su turno
Pero cariño, tú y yo sabemos
Que algunos regalos no se pueden devolver
Él no es una cosa permanente
La noche que nos conocimos, eso fue todo lo que tomó
Junto a la máquina de cigarrillos
Con el arroyo balbuceante
Yo te estaba mirando
Tú me estabas mirando de vuelta
Me arrodillé
Y te hice reír
No te culpo realmente, chica
Por jugar con su cabeza
Sé que volverás antes
De ver a ese chico de nuevo
Él no es una cosa permanente
Escrita por: Jace Everett