“I’m gonna try for it. And if it doesn’t work out then you’ll be the one who got away.”
I know you didn’t mean that but I appreciate the effort. I know a “I’m sorry” won’t fix anything so I’ll give you the “I’ll stay the fuck out of your life” stance in return.
So one last touch and then you’ll go/
And we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more/
But the truth is…
The dog didn’t say anything. Stop putting words in his mouth.
You asked me why my insults have gotten progressively weaker each time we see each other. You told me that you used to look forward to getting into intense conversations with me every time I visit. The fact is I’m still as quick-witted and argumentative as we first met— just not to you. I could banter with you for hours on end like we used to but I choose to stop myself. The last thing I’d want to do is set another trap for you to fall into. So you go ahead and think I’ve become bland. I can live with that. I don’t think, however, I can live with the inevitable guilt of history repeating itself.
The memories of me/
Will seem more like bad dreams/
Just a series of blurs/
Like I never occurred/
Someday you will be loved/
All I wanted was to stay unhooked. All I wanted was to forget you and all the events linked to you. I was so close to being in the clear. It’s silly that such a trivial inanimate object such as a long table at Denny’s would trigger this flooding of emotions causing my heart to revert to its state 8 months ago.
I don’t like being that sad girl who walks by herself on campus. I hate the fact that I’m so weak when it comes to you. I can’t stand that when I hear Kings of Leon, I have no control over my facial expression… I just… can’t stand myself sometimes.
I guess it’s like what I said before, any relationship other than non-existent will never play out in my favor.
I hope it’s gonna make you notice/
Someone like me/
You know that I could use somebody/
Someone like you/
“These streets’ll make you feel brand new…”