i don't remember your voice anymore
i never hear it
i hear his. on the phone at 1 am
whispering goodnigt to me
i don't remember your hair
i never see it
i see his. i pull it and tuck it
as he kisses me deeply
i don't remember your eyes
i'll never look into them again
instead i'll look into his
deep blue and like a thousand stars
i don't remember your house
i never visit
you moved anyway
so does that even matter
i remember your favourite song
it's mine too
but i try to forget as i recieve a text from him
"ever heard of this artist?"
i don't remember the smell of your perfume
you're so far away
i remember his
it's stuck in my bedding
i don't remember you
you're gone. you've left
he's here. he's right here
so why the hell is this about you
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
i don't remember your voice anymore
i never hear it
i hear his. on the phone at 1 am
whispering goodnigt to me
i don't remember your hair
i never see it
i see his. i pull it and tuck it
as he kisses me deeply
i don't remember your eyes
i'll never look into them again
instead i'll look into his
deep blue and like a thousand stars
i don't remember your house
i never visit
you moved anyway
so does that even matter
i remember your favourite song
it's mine too
but i try to forget as i recieve a text from him
"ever heard of this artist?"
i don't remember the smell of your perfume
you're so far away
i remember his
it's stuck in my bedding
i don't remember you
you're gone. you've left
he's here. he's right here
so why the hell is this about you
they say the first cut is the deepest
