my heart was like a glass jar and you threw it on the floor when you told me you had to go home but it was a lie i know you went to see her. you left your jacket on the couch and its still there i can't move it because its like touching you and it all becomes real again. sometimes i just come close enough to smell your leftover cologne. the one that smells like musk it smells like home to my heart and it mends it back together and its like your here again