Songs I Write | VI

Hijack

I think about you sometimes
When it's too warm in my bedsheets, feet hanging out
From under the covers in the absence of light
And I'm wondering why I can't call you now
I woke up, it's a Wednesday morning
I could've gotten out, walked around the tomb
We broke up months ago and I'm not mourning anymore
So how could I wake up and the first thing I think of be you?

It's June, haven't talked to you since March
It's through, in red line, double crossed
I have your photograph in my old pink bag, I thought it was lost
It's true, I still think about you, I still think about you a lot

I think about you on sunnier days
When it's too cold in the shade and too hot to be in any other place
I'm happier, I'm smarter and I'm a little over my head in my headspace
I'm getting old to feel sorrowful over the hangover from your face

It's June, haven't talked to you since March
It's through, in red line, double crossed
I have your photograph in my old pink bag, I thought it was lost
It's true, I still think about you, I still think about you a lot

It's June, I haven't seen you since February on Valentine's
We're through, in red line, such a fine line
I have your photograph in my old pink bag, I thought it was lost
It's blue and I kept it too 'cause I still think about you a lot