Sometimes
I still think of you
The way you smell
The way you used to hold me
You always knew how to make me feel right at home
I don't think
You know
How I have a scar on my heart with your name on it
And a box filled with broken memories
I've tried to push
to the back of my mind
where they can collect dust
So how is it that you shine
in my head brighter than any other thought
I thought I'd stopped looking for you in crowds already
Old habits die hard I suppose
I thought I stopped listening
a long time ago
Turns out I just had my volume set on low
I can still hear your voice
through the haze that consumes
my days
Like a church bell ringing through
a sleepy town
I've never liked church
I don't know what would hurt more
If you kept knocking at my door
Asking me to let you in
For old times sake
Or if you didn't