Nothing about us feels finished.
A stupid thing to feel,
Seeing your new girlfriend's face
Pops up everywhere I look.
Your face pops up every time
I shut my eyes.
Maybe it's the way you ended it.
You quit me cold turkey,
Like some kind of
Horrible, addictive, life-ruining drug.
We went from instant secret spilling,
To complete silence, separation.
Maybe it's why you ended it.
I was falling in love with you,
After a short month? Of all the self-centered...
Possibly true, things to come up with.
But like the scared, lovesick teenage boy that you are,
You couldn't tell me.
No, Nothing about us is finished.
Some say quitting cold turkey is difficult.
Was it?
Was the Daniela drug addictive?
I suppose it's wrong to hope
That it has an iron grip on you.
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
Nothing about us feels finished.
A stupid thing to feel,
Seeing your new girlfriend's face
Pops up everywhere I look.
Your face pops up every time
I shut my eyes.
Maybe it's the way you ended it.
You quit me cold turkey,
Like some kind of
Horrible, addictive, life-ruining drug.
We went from instant secret spilling,
To complete silence, separation.
Maybe it's why you ended it.
I was falling in love with you,
After a short month? Of all the self-centered...
Possibly true, things to come up with.
But like the scared, lovesick teenage boy that you are,
You couldn't tell me.
No, Nothing about us is finished.
Some say quitting cold turkey is difficult.
Was it?
Was the Daniela drug addictive?
I suppose it's wrong to hope
That it has an iron grip on you.
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