On the doorstep of my mind
Still think about you all the time
Never thought I was just a welcome mat
For you to dust your shoes off on
Then leave out the back door
Didn’t know how fast you could switch
This love to you is just a game of ding-dong-ditch
You left as soon as you came
These perfect blue skies now plagued by rain
Why’d I let you walk all over me?
Wish I wasn’t so smitten by love and could see
The painful truth right in front of me
Tore my heart into two
And took both pieces with you
As you left through the screen door in the back
I constantly miss our talks
I’m in love
but we’re not
You don’t talk to me anymore
Wish it would go back to how it was before
Talking in hushed voices through a screen
When the rest of the world was sleeping
But you’re not gone,
not completely
For you’re still crossing my mind
Wandering its labyrinth far too many times
The ghost of you is close to me
Just like how things used to be
Nostalgia is blinding
But love is binding
Wish you’d call me up sometime
For I miss hearing your voice
It’s a shame that love isn’t a choice
You convinced me we were meant to be
Why’d I let you walk all over me?
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
On the doorstep of my mind
Still think about you all the time
Never thought I was just a welcome mat
For you to dust your shoes off on
Then leave out the back door
Didn’t know how fast you could switch
This love to you is just a game of ding-dong-ditch
You left as soon as you came
These perfect blue skies now plagued by rain
Why’d I let you walk all over me?
Wish I wasn’t so smitten by love and could see
The painful truth right in front of me
Tore my heart into two
And took both pieces with you
As you left through the screen door in the back
I constantly miss our talks
I’m in love
but we’re not
You don’t talk to me anymore
Wish it would go back to how it was before
Talking in hushed voices through a screen
When the rest of the world was sleeping
But you’re not gone,
not completely
For you’re still crossing my mind
Wandering its labyrinth far too many times
The ghost of you is close to me
Just like how things used to be
Nostalgia is blinding
But love is binding
Wish you’d call me up sometime
For I miss hearing your voice
It’s a shame that love isn’t a choice
You convinced me we were meant to be
Why’d I let you walk all over me?
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