you're not in love anymore
when the love dies
and you don't call me bubs anymore
and you don't remember what we used to do
you don't remember what you used to say
when love fades away
each and every year
it's growing inside me i fear
i'm afraid of
every year being the same
i shouted at the steering wheel
what's the point, moon?
what's the point, God?
what's the point, universe?
what's the point, you?
can't escape from the sound of the rain just like sinatra played
it's pitiful
one sip of liquor to dance in my mind
one little taste and i'm dreaming of a life of love again
it's so sickening and silly
like a laufey song
but i'm not that lighthearted or cute
i mean hell, i'm adorable- but not when i'm punching the steering wheel again
just like that guy who taught me
ah, but he used to punch trees
still
bloody knuckles had never been so attractive to me
every person who learns me
every person who truly knows me
leaves
it's comforting
it's like trazodone
hurts way more than hydroxyzine
vyvanse will make me pretty again
bupropion will make me sane
i murdered the lexapro
somehow, someway
nat king cole said it best
when i fall in love, it'll be forever
or
i'll never fall in love at all
God i'm so dramatic, but please listen
i've been empty and low on hope for four years
i haven't felt that feeling
that real feeling
the purest aspect of love
the kind that has no intention
has nothing behind it
nothing to do with your body
nothing to do with your faults
and everything to do with
the look of the boy
that i hung the moon for
that look
i will wait for.
