And yes, you're alone
You don't miss me
I know.

If you have to better yourself
because, you weren't good enough..
Then maybe it's actually the other way around.

Service of a cut
Looking at your ****
Service of a burn
New songs learned
Torn and frayed
Memories made
All of a loss
Paths are crossed
Progress slowed
Checkers on the road

Unique we start
But I have no heart

Killing a dead man
Holding your hand
Constantly now nervous
Doing you a disservice
Throwing a fit
Still looking at it
Draw the line
Now you look at mine
Praying you're fine
Drinking the wine

Holding a knife
And I have no life

Making you remember
Good September
Continuously pivoting
Conversations riveting
Boundaries set
How we met
Want to run
Your fear of a gun
What I couldn't see
Your love for me

My heart thunders for you still
Though I have no will

Stabbed in the gut
Stuffed in an urn
Service of a cut
Service of a burn

I hope she knows I suffered through alot of heart break.
I hope she knows I cried during the day thinking about it, laying awake at night restless over it.
I hope she knows I gave away my happiness for her.

          She was worth it.

Every heart ache... worth it.
Every late night.... worth it.
Every tear shed.... worth it.
Every lost smile... worth it.

     I earned every moment with her now.

And no wonder
I couldn't see it before
I just didn't realize
How much she loved me
If i lived again
From before when i broke
I like to think i could avoid
Making the same mistakes
But something i've been learning
Is that we'll always make those decisions
No matter how many do-overs we get
It's what keeps us from improving the past