Nights like these I count the number of poems
Caused by a shattered heart
As if writing about you will piece it back together
I count the number of really bad rhymes
And the amount of times I wished you hadn't left
I count it all out, write down dates and times
They won't mean a thing 6 years from now
I think in the back of my mind
I'm hoping you'll read them some day, some how
And wish you hadn't left