Despite how hard I try,
I can't bring myself to forget what you smell like.
The sound of your voice and the way you smiled,
good morning sounded like the sweetest song.

Despite how easy it seems,
I can't bring myself to sit where we did before.
Talking for hours as the coffee shop closed,
counting yellow cars and sipping on forever.

Despite how much I shouldn't love you,
I am still the girl in the emptying coffee shop.
Sitting by the window,
counting yellow cars and waiting for you.

Expose yourself to pain,
let it wash over your body like a long awaited sunrise.
Let it cleanse your blood and
coarse through your veins.

Pain was not created to be fought,
the bite love leaves on the way out.
The heart must hurt
before it begins to heal.

My dear when your world begins to fall,
your hands begin to tremble.
Open your heart
and let the hurt begin to heal you.