Girl in the Bookstore

I saw her in the back of an old used bookstore Her eyes were the color of the coffee stains on the floor Her hair was dark and rested On the collar of her shirt Her smile was soft yet distant To look at her made me hurt She was beautiful She was beautiful The moment her eyes met mine she'll soon forget I have to accept the fact that I'll never see her face again She's the type of girl that always makes me doubt But she's the type of girl that people write songs about She was beautiful She was beautiful But now I'm shaking tripping over my words Talking about the weather And ayadadada Flash forward 20 something going on 30 something Tangled up early morning sunrises But then she left with him