you said you drove by my old house hoping i was in town
you know i don't live there anymore
maybe we will touch again, a broken record
we both are just so sad in the moment
-left alone, fumbling for someone who cares
awkward dry kisses and sticky skin
don't you remember?
it was convenient, it wasn't real
how do you really feel was on the tip of my tongue majority of the time
passion can't be faked and we had none

but still our connection was there
i didn't want to see anyone else, every day
touching your curly hair in the lawn
counting every freckle while the sun left stripes across our bodies and my wall
the only person that would stay up until we could pretend we slept
making me feel sane, smoking frantic bowls under bridges
avoiding reality
instead of letting my guard down, i put them up
because i knew your type, it was too easy to read

i don't know what to think now
it's been two years and two ******* relationships
for us both.
you say you realized how much of an ******* you were
you say you've been thinking of me
you say you miss me
i say you're bored.