I look at the image of your face on my phone
more often then I should
I wonder why you leave with the swiftest ease
You were/are broken pretty bad

I can't help noticing how selfish I am
sometimes
I wonder when you think of me
I wonder when/if you'll care

I drink in excess
I'm broken myself
My brake makes me a coward
I hope you will forgive me

If/When you leave I'll cry
I'll curse myself, I'll die
in forty years
Because when the time comes I'll
replay every time you told me how you
felt, And I won't stop your leaving
or even try, until you've left and it's too late
And I'll be a huge cliché, just as you told me I was

But until then, I'll piece you together
next to the memories in my head