We're not here,
we fucked up,
three years ago,
three years,
three fucking years
and it still repeats itself.
I wish we could be open with each other, but every time I go in for the big move I feel like I'm taking five steps back.
five steps back,
I honestly wish I could go back.
I wish everything wasn't so complex.
If I could just say the two words, this would all be fixed.
the two words,
to my father, yet not my mother.
I wanted to hold you through the night, I wanted to kiss your face like it was the air I was breathing.
like I was drowning.
like I needed it.
Needed it,
there was a moment in my car where I was thinking to myself,
This is love.
This is what it feels like.
Three years ago,
I wanted you more than anything.
You loved her.
My best friend.
You loved me.
Your best friend.
Three years ago we went through hell and back.
Three years, you stayed by my side.
Three days cause me to cease to exist.
Now I'm left to wonder who fucked up.
