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LN Memories🎶

Inspired by Conan Gray's "Memories"

It's hard to let you go when you are lying on my kitchen floor. Your eyes are red and I know you well enough to know you've been crying on your way over.

It's late, I hear the door
Bell ringing and it's pouring
I open up that door, see your brown eyes at the entrance
You just wanna talk and
I can't turn away a wet dog

I swear I shouldn't be surprised when you show up drunk at my front door but it still does. You know I'm far too kind to let you stay outside and I know that you know I would let you ruin my life all over again. So I sit here, on the floor of my kitchen running my fingers through your curly brown locks and listen to you ask me if you can stay the night just one more time. You always say it's just one more time but you and I both know this will happen again.

I wish that you would stay in my memories
But you show up today, just to ruin things
I wanna put you in the past 'cause I'm traumatized
But you're not letting me do that, 'cause tonight
You're all drunk in my kitchen, curled in the fetal position
Too busy playing the victim to be listening to me when I say
"I wish that you would stay in my memories"
In my memories, stay in my memories

Your eyes are closed and you aren't looking at me. You can't see the tears falling from my face and drip onto my lap.
You're mumbling something about being sorry but all I can think about is when everything went wrong. I remember laying in the kitchen, exactly where you are now and crying for weeks after it happened. I knew I wasn't enough. You always told me I was, and I never was.
All I want is for you to pick yourself up off my floor and leave out the door you came in so I never have to see you again. But you and I both know you won't.
It's not like there's ever a chance of us being together again but you come back into my life right when I think I can maybe start to move on.

Now I can't say goodbye if you stay here the whole night
You see, it's hard to find an end to something that you keep beginning
Over and over again
I promise that the ending always stays the same
So there's no good reason in make believing that we could ever exist again

I can't give you what you want. It would be breaking every rule I ever made for myself. It would be tearing down every wall I ever built to protect myself. I don't even know if I could ever be friends with you again. How am I supposed to see you without remembering all the times my arms held onto yours or every laugh that falls from your lips were once the same lips imprinted on my temples.
I finally got your smell out of my bedsheets, now your hand is gripping my thigh as we sit here on the hardwood floor and I want nothing more than to sink into it. You know I would be the very earth beneath your feet just to hold you up and help you stand just that much taller.

I can't be your friend, can't be your lover
Can't be the reason we hold back each other from falling in love
With somebody other than me

You ask me through your mumbling if I've found someone new and it stings because I'm sure you know the answer. You just want to make sure I can never get over you.
The sad thing is part of me knows I'll never get over you. Part of me will always be yours.

Your phone rings on the floor and you don't move to grab it. I see Max's name flash across the screen and slowly I pick up.
He's asking you if you're alright and where you are so he can come get you. The minute I put the phone up to my face he knows where you are. He sighs and I can see him run his hands through his hair. He apologizes for you and asks me if I want him to come get you. I say that you are alright, that you're here with me and it's fine that you stay the night. He asks me if I'm sure, he already knows there's tears flooding my eyes and I know he knows how painful this is for me. I reiterate to him that it's okay. He flashes me a small and painful smile. One I've seen too many times since we've split.
He tells me to call if I need anything and I assure him I will.
Right as he's about to hang up he whispers that you're sorry. That you really are sorry and I tell him I know.
I just wish you would stay in my memories.