Your Hollister heart is too hard to be broken,
so I am the one with my mind’s door wide open.

Guess what, boy? I’m leaving you.
You always took me for granted, and never chose to be around
when I needed you.
(And, boy, did I need you.)

You always, always chose them over me, boy.

I wish that it could be us, but....

Your Hollister heart is too hard to be broken,
so I am the one who’s no longer outspoken.

Please go, and never look back. I’ll still be here, waiting for you, but it’s just because I love you too much to stand up and walk away from you. We all know you could come back five, ten, fifteen years from now and I’d still be here, reading and writing just like I was when you left, still waiting for my phone to ring with your number on it, still waiting for it to be your hand that knocks on my door, still waiting for it to be your lips that tell me they love me.

Your Hollister heart’s promise broke mine,
I’m not okay now but in time I’ll be fine.

You’ll never come back here again, boy. I’ll yell it, scream it from rooftops, write it on buildings, but every girl in this town will know that you’ll never come back for her, the way you never came back to me, the way you said you would but never did. They’ll all know.

I hope to God your children can wear Goodwill clothes and not think another thing of it.