i walked in
and sat right in front
of you.
that was the first mistake.
for every memory
i had with you
flooded my mind
as i watched you on that stage.
i'll admit
that i miss you.
and i'll admit
that i want you.
but am i still in love with you?
or am i in lust with you?

i can't sleep any longer
and i'm not getting any stronger
you won't leave my mind
everywhere i go it's you i find
don't think i've forgotten
the memories stay at the tip of the pen
always there if i needed to be pulled back
but each day, i try so hard, to fight, pick up another pen, and pave a new track

your jacket stays on the shelf with the others i own
and the braclet you gave me stays in the drawer with the phone
i can't recall the sound of your voice but i wish too
i remember those specfic things about you; you were always scared of the flu
oh how you'd laugh and smile every time i said something absurd
do you remember one of our first walks where we had named that bird?
i distrinctly remember the way you looked at me
you had me under a spell, i was far from free
you loved me with everything you had
and you never knowingly let me be sad
your frequent kisses would wear me out
but i miss them without a doubt
indeed, i do miss you very much now
but the person you've become...the dramatic change...i don't understand how

I want to start anew.
I could be anything.
I want to start anew.
Forgetting the past sting.