Your pullover Oversized shirts That toy The fake daisies This bag Every letters Our poloraids That spongebob mug
Can we bring back what's lost?
The stains on the bed The way you dry my hair How you curse me for being naive The way you stroke my hair When your hands land on my waist The way we spoke the same words And the way your face light up when you're happy
Are you happy now? What are you doing now?
It's the ache The pain, The price of being a "bad" guy The loss The leaving The emptiness that got left behind
But no, we can't bring back people who doesn't even try