I wish I could pretend Like my heart wasn't hurting the way it is When I'm alone An anchor We've, I've heard you described As what was once an anchor on me
It is so hard to imagine You living down the street Gazing out the 7th floor windows Enjoying the balcony The bathtub I would have bathed in The candle I bought The orchid I wonder how she grows Or if you threw my pack of **** away And if your heart hurts Aches even When you are alone Too.
It didn't work out between us I ended up living here in Echo Park Much longer than I I once thought we Intended And sometimes I feel real embarrassed about that Sometimes I feel angry, every feeling As I blocked you out one final time Feeling so tired of like I was the person uninvited I was the person who's invitation got taken away But then again It was you who first tried to put back on your pants And leave the downtown hotel room.
I'm not the same person anymore I'm not super sure who I am becoming now Sometimes I feel like I love and like who I'm becoming So very much With a zeroed in focus on healing Self work, self care, self focus Every time I take a hit of **** for the first time I feel relieved there is no one around to judge me for it And I'm realizing more and more What I want What I deserve Who I am Who I am becoming What my goals are.
You moved all the way back to LA Just to let me go.
Does your heart ache Does your heart hurt When you too are alone?