I must be wearing blinders
Can’t understand why we put the past behind us
You say you have my memories filled in binders
Letters, menus, pictures, poems
Do you read the words as I once wrote them?
Every time we speak it’s like a small explosion
If I could cry,
I swear these tears would fill the ocean
You show these little cracks
I try and fill my hope in
Your happy, I’m happy
Inside I am burnt and broken
Man,
It must be this **** I’m smoking
My words betray me
I’m self-exposing
Do you ever ask yourself why you were chosen?
I just wonder how you can up and leave
But I guess that’s just the motion
See,
I keep our memories in a little folder
Every night I crack it open
I don’t read the words
I just sit and listen
It’s like my heart ran off in one of your ink descriptions
Maybe there’s something in these syllables that I been missing
Some clarity to such a rash decision
Was our love that much of a car collision?
It keeps me up at night
This is why,
In life your supposed to fight
For what you love
Sweat, tears and dripping blood
But,
I guess I’m just a memory in a binder
A little boy dreamed of a girl
Never thought he would really find her