the blood from your busted lip is still stained onto that stupid blanket
i drove past those arches where you left your mark
some stupid names are covering the void you created
your words will slowly be covered in layers and layers of paint
still there's but long gone undernearth the meaningless words of others
this time there will be no more "i miss you"'s
or an hour drive to my house
this time i will let you go
and you will do the same
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
the blood from your busted lip is still stained onto that stupid blanket
i drove past those arches where you left your mark
some stupid names are covering the void you created
your words will slowly be covered in layers and layers of paint
still there's but long gone undernearth the meaningless words of others
this time there will be no more "i miss you"'s
or an hour drive to my house
this time i will let you go
and you will do the same
heartbreak, breakup,
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