He’s wearing the shirt I gave him.
The one from last July that I spent so much time deciding over.
With the blue on the sides and stars on the front.
The only difference is the girl on his arm.
And she’s not me.

She’s wearing the ring I gave her.
The one from when I still loved her.
The ring I spent so much time debating on buying.
But she wears it with another ring now, from the other boy.
And his comes first.