You never wrote a song about me
We never said forever, its a word we never believed
I know where you live but i never drove past your
street
I do however remember your voice
your favorite color
And how dry your lips were
Because of the weather
Now i know why i can't let you go
I made you too perfect in my mind
You're flawed yet delicate
You never made me suffocate
But in reality you're as pathetic as me
As chaotic as me
The same broken sense of humor
The same fucked up mind
I was just too caught up i guess.
