Losing count of something is easy
You skip a number, you forget where you were
But losing count of how many times I've wanted to whisper to you again
That's easier
Because I want to forget
God, I do
But instead I just forget little thoughts that I have
You're still here

We say that every day is new
But what's so new in remembering the same things and
Thinking the same things
And being the same thing
As you were yesterday
There's nothing better about smelling the cold of the air
And wishing you were somewhere warm without the lights
Turned on
And the sun coating our bodies in gold

Some things never change
And usually I'm okay with the way things are
But I don't want to remember you forever as the first love
And my last bit of emotion
I don't want to remember you at all