For a While
I left my heart and soul in a yard sale, and you picked them up on a sticky Saturday morning with a crumpled IOU; only because you had nothing else better to do. Careless on my part, sure, but you're the nonchalant cool kid with small change in his pocket, browsing for whatever is interesting at the moment.
At the moment girl with curly hair and a pretend smile, she'll do for a while.
And I did, for a while.