We were easy,
that’s something I remember.
It’s buried under the freshest memories,
memories that can’t be cured with medical remedies.
The rain felt like hail,
your words felt like bullets.
Nothing about that night was easy,
I remember feeling queasy.
It was such a contrast,
soft spoken words of love seemed to be a thing of the past.
We were easy,
that’s something I remember.
Being together was freeing,
lust, love, I guess I mixed up what I was seeing.
I thought we fit,
now it seems your personality’s seen a split.
Did you ever love me,
or was that another hopeless and fake decree?
We were so easy,
so what changed, and why didn’t I see?