i left behind a part of my heart in december of last year
i felt happier than ever in the snowfall,
buying gifts for everyone i loved
but before christmas even had the chance to arrive,
i felt myself start to fall apart
by the time it was january,
i was in pieces
i tried to pick myself up,
but i think i left a few shards behind
because i haven't felt like myself since

i left behind a part of my heart in july of this year
up at the top of the high roller of vegas
where i fell in love with the cityscape
it's probably still up there,
spinning in slow, 30 minute rotations
because when i left,
home didn't feel like home anymore

it's scattered,
inside cars and classrooms,
bedrooms and coffee shops
cities and mountain trails
here and there,
i leave behind a part of my heart
until i don't know where all of me is anymore