Keeping you around was the hardest part of loving you,
I never found the way to ask you to stay but I hoped that you would.
We shared 2 a.m summer nights in my bed and driving around the empty streets in your car,
We shared my body and you saw my naked soul.
After two years of happiness you decided it was not enough for you to stay around any longer.
I put my little black dress on that drove you insane and found someone new,
But sleeping with someone else at two in the morning that isn't you  can't make me feel any less alone than sleeping alone.
You left your finger traces on my skin and I can't seem to wash them off.
I scrub and visit new places to try to forget their presence,
I like to romance everything I see that will help heal my wounds,
But your traces have left scars and I've ran out of makeup and short party dresses to cover them up.
-E.R