1) I remember the night when you
repeatedly told me I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry
and I was confused as to why

2) the next day you left you didn't
even spare that mixtape you made
me last year you took it all (along with my mind)

3) I saw you two weeks later at the
supermarket and you seemed fine and
your hair was fine and the girl kissing your cheek
seemed fine but I was a mess, if you cared

4) you told me before that skin cells change
every twenty-eight days and now
your temperature is fading from me
and so are the memories
so would you do me a favour for old times' sake?

5) can you hold me tight again and
kiss my neck like you used to and
give me twenty-eight more days because
I am all over the place and I just
really need a mark to know that *I exist