people don’t understand that it wasn’t always bad
if there was never any good, i wouldn’t have stayed
i see you in the stars of the night sky, i hear you in the chords of songs
when i talk about you, people are frustrated i didn’t leave earlier
but they don’t know you like i did
it’s easier to talk about the bad than the good
it’s hard to talk about how you cooked for me, how we could lie in each other’s arms in silence and not feel out of place
i felt at home with you, with your family
i miss you
i think some part of me always will
you were my first love
but you were bad for me
i was bad for you

maybe in another life we could have made each other whole
instead breaking the other apart