Permanent Thing - Jace Everett

Here they come down my street

He’s standin' there where I use to be

Look at that stupid grin on his face

Don’t he look so out of place?

Poor thing, he can’t help himself

Just let him have his turn

But baby, you and I both know

Some gifts can’t be returned

He not a permanent thing

The night we met, that’s all it took

By the cigarette machine

With the babbling brook

I was lookin' at you

You were lookin' right back

Got down on one knee

And made you laugh

I don’t really blame you, girl

For messing with his head

I know that you’ll be back before

I see that boy again

He not a permanent thing