It is the 15th,
The day we kissed and ended it.
Why are most songs about love and loss?
Music is where we met most and now I avoid the radio.
We were friendship set on fire
and I have a feeling you have not even noticed what I left behind.
You never get your old skin back,
Once you have loved like that.
Turns out lying is what I’m best at.
In bed, on the floor and in wait.
I am now one of the girls that “came before”
I opened my soul and am no more.
All I wanted was everything,
and until I gave up, you wouldn’t surrender.
Did it happen, were we there?
Sleeping late and fighting
I don’t want to cry if you are better off without me
And I won’t ever know, because you’ve never been a talker.
I battled for your attention
But you will find her, and all will change
I am taking the boxes of before and leaving them outside,
Too many hearts to carry any more, I need all the strength I have to carry me now.
