All Too Well

Part 2

Well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I ask for to much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece, 'till you tore it all up. Running scared, I was there, I remember it All Too Well...

And you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest. I'm a crumbled up piece of paper lying here, 'cause I remember it all, all, all...

They say all's well that ends well, but I'm in the new hell every time you double-cross my mind. You say if we had been closer in age maybe it would have been fine, and that made me want to die...

The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you. Not weeping in the party bathroom. Some actress asking me what happened, You. That's what happened, You...

You who charmed my dad with self-effacing jokes, sipping coffee like you're on a late-night show, but then he watched me watch the front door all night, willing you to come. And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turning 21"...

To Be Continued...