Teardrops and Tequila

pinky promise

I promise I'm over you

I go to bed at night and think back on my life- not thinking twice about this black area I pass over each time

black as in empty

as in- I don't think about it

I am now obviously. and I probably will for a day or two but then- it'll be black again

ignored again.

ignoring isn't the same as forgetting though is it?

cause even if it's an ignored thought it's still a thought nonetheless.

I like to think i'm over you.

even though I still catch myself looking for your face in every crowd