There's something really comforting about being called Jack. It feels like coming home, being home, and it always puts a smile on my face these days. I don't know if it would sound right coming from anyone who's not them. I guess it's the friend version of all those boyfriend stories where no one knew you quite as well and no one fully grasped your sense of humor or knew how to cheer you up like that one who got away.

Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

Labels: Jack, Lily Allen, nicknames