idk why you always have to bring that up..

“And you’re the first I’ve ever really loved,

And I don’t know why that makes me apprehensive.

And you’ve loved before, hard,

I don’t know why you always have to bring that up.

You’ll love again,

And I don’t know why I can’t seem to forget that.

But it makes the air heavy, it hurts my eyelids. Fills my mind, routed towards deception-

its 

youknowthatiloveyouright?

imgonnaloveyouanyway.”

No he won’t.

Now, the seasons have flown, I’m not who I was the last time we spoke, and I’m feeling like an obligation.

Okay I’ve walked this path a couple of times.

I’ve seen each whimpering puppy and each graffitied stairwell in my dreams,

Eaten at that Chinese place.

Broken in my shoes, beat the ground running

Ive broken in my shoes .

I look like myself, to me

But how that is isnt to me as it is to you

Take my dog on a walk

Say my prayers, 

God let me fuck tommorow,

Open my locker,

Brew coffee have a jack 

Watch the roof collapse, don’t move from it.

On jury duty. Come in high.

Now you’re in the hot seat.

Open your eyes!

Now you’ve seen something you didn’t want to.

Theres too much contradiction within mistakes, repeating old mistakes, really old.

In looking to the past for inspiration, we draw circles

When we repeat old mistakes, we pull the sides of these circles oblong until their sides rest beside us

Stretched out, too worn in.

And no, I’m not over the past, how could I be?

And yes, it still hurts everytime I remember, now doesn’t erase then.

It feels like a game of call and respond,

Call and respond.