And how silly it all seems now
To have been so worried,
So concerned,
About finding the one for me.
Looking and
Searching and
Picking through people
Sort them with a mental machine.

You broke the trend.
You didn't follow the rules.
I didn't find you.

You stepped in and I was welcomed home.
You were a mess of all my future kisses and desire.
You made me stop.
Looking
Searching
Picking through people.
You broke my mental sorting machine.

And now
I am with you
And you are with me.
And I am free.

It seems I've let my insecurities take control of me.
It's true what they say,
that people hurt other people because they are hurt within themselves. That's really what it's all about.
Us.
We did something that we aren't proud of
and instead of accepting that and learning,
we find it in someone else and we blame them.
It's time to take charge of our faults.
It's time for me to blame myself.
It's time.

He tells himself that one day
he’ll be with the woman that he loves
but he will have to fix himself first.
He leaves her shaking on the bathroom floor
because he can’t stop his own hands from trembling
and he doesn’t think he’s capable
of picking up all of her broken pieces
when he is still slicing open his fingertips
trying to clean up his own mess.
His story isn’t one you would tell your children
because it isn’t one that ends happily.
Years later her long hair still appears in his dreams
and he can’t bring himself to listen to his favorite music anymore
because he swears he can hear her laughter in every tune.
He buries himself in other girls
whose eyes don’t shine nearly as brightly as hers used to
and he drinks whiskey every night
in the hopes of forgetting her name,
but he is afraid he will end up forgetting his own first.