Watching you leave was the hardest part.
Your ***** brown eyes, I constantly see in my head.
You turned a smart girl into an addict.
But I can't turn back time
Because maybe this time, it was the right decision.
This unnatural dependence climb got a little bit too much.
Maybe I should have seen it.
Maybe I should have realized that I can't go on like some broken puzzle where not all the pieces fit,
and expected you to somehow fill the gaps.
I replay your scrambling words on my voicemail
When you thought that I might lose my mind now that we're done.
The thing is; Having half of it now, because of you, is a whole lot better than having none.
I search streets full of people to find your face. I'm barely out at all.
You're like a small drop of perfection in a sea of broken souls.
Maybe I'm delirious.
Maybe I can't think of the future when I'm stuck in what could have been, what has been.
Maybe I can't make you forget the parts of me that you shouldn't have seen.
Maybe I'm lost.
Maybe I can't move on.
Maybe...I'm fine.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
Watching you leave was the hardest part.
Your ***** brown eyes, I constantly see in my head.
You turned a smart girl into an addict.
But I can't turn back time
Because maybe this time, it was the right decision.
This unnatural dependence climb got a little bit too much.
Maybe I should have seen it.
Maybe I should have realized that I can't go on like some broken puzzle where not all the pieces fit,
and expected you to somehow fill the gaps.
I replay your scrambling words on my voicemail
When you thought that I might lose my mind now that we're done.
The thing is; Having half of it now, because of you, is a whole lot better than having none.
I search streets full of people to find your face. I'm barely out at all.
You're like a small drop of perfection in a sea of broken souls.
Maybe I'm delirious.
Maybe I can't think of the future when I'm stuck in what could have been, what has been.
Maybe I can't make you forget the parts of me that you shouldn't have seen.
Maybe I'm lost.
Maybe I can't move on.
Maybe...I'm fine.
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