im a mess, lying on my bathroom floor, its cold and its wet but that fact i feel that at all makes me stay where i am the cold reminds me of an hour before but even then i still couldn't get that off my mind even if i were in my bed wrapped warm and whole i would never forget her hands in yours pulling you down a winding path in the other direction of the what i thought was our home your eyes shone with glee raking her up and down in that short red dress despite the cold whipping wind snapping at my cheeks that were freshly streaked with all the promises you made all the soft touches you gave all the long nights we shared in what i thought was our bed in what i thought was our home in what i thought was true love in our love but i was wrong and now like the time before i met you im a mess once more