Words keep spilling out of my mouth and my control is running thin these days.
I can’t stop my lips from forming the words that every part of me wants to share with you, but I know that I never can, it’s too late now.
I’m drinking these bottles as though there’s a message from you at the bottom of them,
I haven’t found it yet, but I keep telling myself it’s at the bottom of the next one.
I was told the alcohol would make me forget, but it only makes me remember.
I’m not sure I remember correctly though.
I see myself standing beside you, but in reality, I was in the car driving away.
From your point of view, it looked like I was leaving.
What you couldn’t see was me screaming and fighting,
fighting for the car doors to unlock so that I could run back into your arms.
What you couldn’t see is what I needed you to see, but I guess we can’t change that now.