The best part about you leaving Is forgetting you. It’s as though the sugar you injected into me To keep me sweet for you, And only you, Is dying off; Slowly but surely, Until the only part of you that will Remain in my body Is the notch in my heart.
You will always own that Notch in my heart. It will always make me care for you, And make it like my heart always beat for two. It will always skip a beat When I see you in the streets. The smell of burnt tobacco Will always make my hands tie knots into the bedsheets, All for you.
I used to believe That with your sweet honey Injected into my heart, I would never be able to forget you, Much less let you go. But now, I see that lovers will Come and go. You do not own the sweet tune That makes me undress for you; And better will come after you. You leaving hurt, yes, But without you I am whole.