I walk down the avenue of the bar where we saw each other for the first time
I know where you try to get the others
So I take a different route and I try to avoid that spot
I smell your pillow, your cologne lingers on my bed
And I remember all the things I left at your place
My favorite shirt, a hat, my sunglasses, my feelings and your heart
Last time we saw each other we wanted to move in
West Loop or maybe NYC
Our last fight was about ***** laundry and cheating
We became distant
Your actions felt like I was sitting on a block of ice
Like I was holding a python and it was ready to attack
Or maybe I got used to it, that’s why we lasted so long
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC