It's bittersweet,
whatever this is that I'm tasting
as I wave goodbye to the good times
and the bad, and the lies;
I say goodbye to the tears I've cried,
and let go.
And I struggle to release
because I've been holding on so tight that my hands are cramping
and it's like
I lost the muscle memory,
like I've been grasping on to the idea of us for so long
that no part of me knows how to forget the lyrics of our songs,
that every inch of me just wants to keep holding on.
But I'll keep forcing myself to let go
because I know
it's better for both of us if I go...