so all day there was no you. it didn't hurt and i didn't miss you and
i didn't want to call.
but it's late now, i guess, and it hurts now, i guess, to remember those nights where i knew it was just us. no one else. remember that?
but that changed when you picked her, that changed when you kissed her, that changed when you started visiting her town
but i bet if i was drowning you wouldn't lend me a hand like
are you glad you got out of the poems?
are you glad that's not really you?
are you glad you're so dedicated to something now?
like a priest and something holy, just like you've always wanted
something to worship that's not yourself.
so it's like i'm happy for you it's just
i'm not.
you're still in my poems. i don't think you ever left.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC
so all day there was no you. it didn't hurt and i didn't miss you and
i didn't want to call.
but it's late now, i guess, and it hurts now, i guess, to remember those nights where i knew it was just us. no one else. remember that?
but that changed when you picked her, that changed when you kissed her, that changed when you started visiting her town
but i bet if i was drowning you wouldn't lend me a hand like
are you glad you got out of the poems?
are you glad that's not really you?
are you glad you're so dedicated to something now?
like a priest and something holy, just like you've always wanted
something to worship that's not yourself.
so it's like i'm happy for you it's just
i'm not.
you're still in my poems. i don't think you ever left.
