How do I know what to do ?
It's been a few weeks since you left
And they say things to me like
There's plenty of fish in the sea or
Don't think about it
But how do I tell that to myself
How do I look My reflection in the mirror and lie
I've already hurt parts of me in ways
God only can tell you
Like I've been going to church
And listening to gospel music
But no amount of holy water will make these fires we started less bitter
I tried to let you go
Finding places I could go
Just to have somewhere to call mine again
You can say I've been this way for a while now
Alone
Still it doesn't make sense as much
That ..
I've been okay with people leaving after you
Leaving things after you
Like goodbye messages
Or voicemails
I haven't stopped listening to you
It's my choice to here how silence is deadly
The same I just wanted to tell yo-
Now every time I call you
I hang up before I finish your sentence