And I'm laying in my bed, like every other day
And I'm thinking of you, like every other day
And you're not here, once again.
I'm not in your thoughts, I'm not in your heart
So why am I in your life?
What's my purpose in your story?
You said baby steps
I said, that's okay, let's see what that makes.
I wish you would make it go away
You should make it go away.
But instead, you create more mess
The kind of mess that weak hearts die for.
The kind of mess we read in fairytales.
The kind of mess that fills my heart with butterflies and dizzyness.
You're a mess.
And I wish I was yours.