take-out love

I remember writing this way way back high school.. wow!!! time has really passed!

Love don’t come in packages

It is not delivered in houses

Nor is it brought by air mail

Love don’t some in packages

So why are you giving it to me?

It isn’t fair

To give me a take-out love

I’ve got a take-out love

Its been given to me

Why, oh why, do I have a take out love?

Hands jammed in my pockets

Walking under the sun

Along with other guys

I didn’t know you are capable of being jealous

But why are you

Still giving me

A take-out love