You said, "I'm giving up, this is just not worth it. You know I care but I just can't see us making it out alive. This is goodbye." But those things I said to you, you know I meant them all. I really thought this could be something worth my time.
I guess I wasted an awful lot of nights on the phone with you, just passing the time 'til you found your old drugs and new friends. Hung me out to dry, but that's how it always ends.
Have you heard this all before? I know it's been said a million times. Will admitting this make me less obvious, make you think that i'm still clever and full of wit? You know this message hides in between these lines, I'll spell it out 'til it's impossible to miss.
Have you heard this all before? I know it's been said a million times. Will admitting this make me less obvious, can you still see that I am cliche and full of shit? You know "Please come back" hides in between these lines, I'll spell it out 'til it's impossible to miss.
It's been eighteen days since I last saw your face and now this picture is all I have, but I doesn't feel right looking at it now. Because I know that it was meant for times when I was supposed to miss you, not for times like this when I cannot forget you even though I know I should be over this by now.
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