You woke up on the wrong side of yesterday. I pulled you from the wreckage. My mind is so conflicted. You’re so scared,…. and I’m so damaged.
and I know, you know it was always you. I never felt more comfortable not knowing where I stand. I’ll stop and hold my breath.
It hurts like hell,… I’m in awe of you.
It feels like I’m losing something I never had. I’d set myself on fire to feel this way again.
and it sucks to say that you may never be mine. 2x
Remember when we drove in my car and we talked about aliens and stars and I never felt more miserable not knowing where I am. I should of left before the end. how could this happen again?