In A Week - Kajo

In a week she’ll forget about the summer

When you held her hair back coz she was feeling queasy

In a week she’ll say she lost your number

You’ll wonder how she can leave the scene so easily

On that field in a blanket

We touched not so much the bat of any eye

I scrolled through her feed out of random

I see a tatted hand flat on her thigh

How swift the death

How short your memory

I hope I forget

How swift you left

Thanks for the memory

I hope I forget

In a week she’ll forget the plans that you’ve made

When you both return to your hometown in the winter

You’ll give up then she’ll hit you

You’ll pick up then you’ll smoke her out

She’ll say ‘thank you, bro' you’ll fall to splinters

Like the ones that you pulled out

Of her hands in the fall

She got sneaking out

When she left you at the bonfire

Should’ve told you how she felt

Before she spoke out

How swift the death

How short your memory

I hope I forget

How swift you left

Thanks for the memory

I hope I forget

How swift the death

How short your memory

I hope I forget

How swift you left

Thanks for the memory

I hope I forget