When I think about the way I let you feel me
And how you hurt me like they said you could
How you left in the moments they warned you would

I kick myself for the secrets I told you
When I held your hand
Standing under streetlights
When we weren't supposed to

So now im supposed to forget you?

You're a stamp on my back
I remember you when I take off all of my clothes
You're stained into certain street corners, certain weather

You always liked me better without glasses
Perhaps you knew of their rosey color
Well, I see now what you wanted me to be
Which was actually what you always were to me,

A persona.
Nothing but a persona.

You made me feel like a beautiful, brooding girl. You made me feel like you were falling in love with me. The star of some documentary: The Most Interesting Girl in the World.


I loved the way I looked in the reflection of your very dark eyes
How you made me into some untold mystery