everybody has their favorite pair of blue jeans; their perfect fit. for me, baby, that was you.
you walk into the store, spot them sitting there. you run on over, heart beating, hands shaking. you pull them out and try them on. you're so excited that you've found them. can't wait to show all your friends. you love how they make you feel. they're your perfect fit.
i walked into school, saw you sitting there. i ran on over, heart beating, hands shaking. i pulled you up and you told me you loved me. i was so excited i found you. couldn't wait to tell all my friends. i loved how you made me feel. you were my perfect fit.
everybody has that special someone, their perfect fit. for me, you were it.
after wear and tear and time, those jeans don't fit anymore. the things you loved about them worn away. you've tried patching them up but the patches fall out. you've got nothing to do but let them go. there goes your perfect fit.
after tears and fights and time, you and me didn't fit anymore. the things i loved about you wore away. i tried patching the rough spots but all that did was hurt. i had nothing to do but let you go. there went my perfect fit.
dark wash turns grey, love fades.
from the heart.