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"Balloons are deflated Guess they look lifeless like me We miss you on your side of the bed"
My love for you started out like no other. It was my birthday, you planned the party. You stayed up with me and we slept in the same bed because it was so cold. You made me laugh so hard I fell out the bed. Then we laughed some more. On the day of the party I was looking for you and found you and Annie, in the same room. Asleep. On top of each other. Smiling with the chest full of pain I walked away and went back to the party you planned with a fake smile implanted on my face. Why did that image hurt so much? The answer was clear as day yet I was too oblivious to see it. Now the balloons sit there. Lifeless. Kind of like me.
"Still got your things here They stay with me like souvenirs"
You would come over. We would dance and sing and have fun. It was a never ending party with you. Then in the end, we would read our favorite books to each other. You tried to be funny one time and read me an encyclopedia while it was upside down. Now those books sit in the corner. Piled on top of each of each other. Stacked like a Souvenir you would receive at the end of a birthday party. Each book reminded me of you. They were precious like you.
"Don't wanna let you out my head"
You aren't with me but... I don't want to let you out of my head.
