I would fall for you, but you'd never catch me
I would cry out for you, but you'd never hear me
I would want you for forever, but you would just want me a forgotten memory
I would hate you, hate you so much, but you know that would be a lie
Maybe in another life, but that's wishful thinking
I was a chapter, you were a book
You will always be my unfinished business
Your name will always stain my pages
I would want you to stay when everyone leaves, when it all falls apart, but didn't think you would start it off
You were the notes I wrote in the margins
A poem I write when it rains
I don't want you to be a memory, we just keep saying sorry
I don't remember the color of your eyes
Hazel, blue, or brown
Cannot remember the color of your eyes
But they were so kind
You are a Rory, I am a Jess
You were the twist, I'm the epitaph
