*I get drunk to not think about you,
yet you slip through the cracks,
every night you dance in my thoughts,
just to fade when I open my eyes;
I hold onto the scars that remain
because that's all I can bear to
keep after we were over;
I kept the wounds open just to hurt
Sometimes I touch my heart
where you rested your head
& I cry alone at night when
you aren't here laying down
It doesn't really matter, though,
staying stuck in the past hurts;
looking to the future without you,
that is truly what doesn't matter*
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
*I get drunk to not think about you,
yet you slip through the cracks,
every night you dance in my thoughts,
just to fade when I open my eyes;
I hold onto the scars that remain
because that's all I can bear to
keep after we were over;
I kept the wounds open just to hurt
Sometimes I touch my heart
where you rested your head
& I cry alone at night when
you aren't here laying down
It doesn't really matter, though,
staying stuck in the past hurts;
looking to the future without you,
that is truly what doesn't matter*
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