You hated me (liked me) when you didn't know me; and you invited me over before five, so long as I stayed long past. You stayed with me and laughed at me, when I fell asleep in your bed, because I thought it was my own.

You laughed at me, when I used my sweater for a pillow 'cause I claimed it was too comfortable to pass up. Yeah, I sighed into that sweater while going through remission of you. I never slept better while I used it as a pillow again because it smelled (reminded) me of you.

I was always your after five lover, and your before five friend.