This apartments been closing in.
Studs on the walls where your pictures would have been,
But now they’re bare and ready for something new.
I guess they’re just like you.
So sick of being the kid that’s fucking everything up.
I’ve been pushing against being that way for the past few months.
Is what you’d expect of me? Because maybe I deserved that in February, but I swear I’m better now.
After I saw the ocean, and one day in Portland, there were feelings that I came to trust.
We still talk every day, and despite what you say, it’s not the same way it was.
After nine months of acting like an asshole, I’ve got nothing to lose.
This broken heart sounds more like a broken record, and all I say is “I’m still in love with you” a thousand times, but you just say goodnight. And I’ve learned this time to just say goodnight.
“I wish I could change the look in my eye. Your words bite down, fight me from time to time.
I was so hopeful. Tell me where did the time go.”
These past few months I’ve been stuck, cuz I’m still waking up in a full-size bed that used to be for us but now just me instead.
And I’ll still come across some of the things that you left, reminding me of everything that I (“you”) wrecked.
“After I saw the ocean, and one day in Portland, there were feelings I came to trust.”
So tell me am I worth it, am I still important, cuz back at Crater Lake you said I was.
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