Based off of the song "Amnesia" by 5sos
I drove by all the places we used to hangout getting wasted. I thought about our last kiss, the way it felt, the way you tasted...
George's POV
I sucked in a breath as my car drove around the corner and past a place on the side of the road where you could pull off. It overlooked the entire city and at night all of the lights would shine brighter than anything, it was truly beautiful. But it reminded me of her. It was our favorite spot, one where we used to grab some booze and drink it as we sat on my car and overlooked the view. I remember everything, the way she looked as the city lights would illuminate her face and shine in her eyes. She would always catch me staring at her and blush, but she was so beautiful. This was where we also had our last kiss, our last touch. After that, everything had fallen apart and slipped right out of our hands. She always tasted of cherry chapstick and mint. God, she was everything I ever wanted, but I lost that, I lost her.
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you? When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?...
After we had ended things, I still kept in touch with some of our mutual friends. I would ask about her and how she was doing, and I eventually found out that she had found someone new. It hurt to know that she had moved on so quickly as if what we had meant nothing. I began to wonder if she was happy with him and if she ever thought of me. I wondered if he hurt her and if she kept the songs that I used to write about her. She used to love them, every lyric and every chord brought her to tears as she would listen to me sing them to her. Maybe she had thrown them away with the rest of our memories, but I'll never know.
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? 'Cause I'm not fine at all...
As I began to hear more and more about her with a new guy, I began to get frustrated. Here I was, sitting here and still hurting like hell while she was out with someone new. Did our relationship mean nothing to her? Was I a fool to think that it was real? God, why didn't she feel the hurt that I was feeling?
I remember the day you told me you were leaving, I remember the makeup running down your face...
Flashback to when we fell apart. It was clear to the both of us that things weren't going so well. She had just been accepted to a university that was halfway across the world, while I had to tour the world with my band. We both lied to ourselves and told each other that we would be able to work it out, but we both knew that wasn't true. It was the day she was meant to leave for college that she showed up at my door in tears, as her makeup was running down her face. And I knew what was about to happen. My gut dropped as she told me that it wasn't going to work out and that it was best if we ended things here. She hugged me one last time as I stood there speechless, before she was already out of my grasp. She got into her taxi and left. She left everything behind, her dreams, her home, her friends and family, and me.
The pictures that you sent me, they're still living in my phone. I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone...
The day after she left, all I could do was look at the pictures we had taken together. Everything seemed so perfect in them, so why did we not work out? What went wrong? There were pictures from out first date at lunch when I told her she was beautiful and she hid behind the menu as I snapped an adorable picture of her. And when I took her to the beach as we watched the sunset with her under my arm as we sat there until the sky was black. But my favorite one was when we went to the carnival as I snapped a picture of her mid-laugh as her head was thrown back with the bright lights behind her. She was truly happy back then, was she still happy now?
If today I woke up with you right beside me, like all of this was just some twisted dream...
Sometimes I'd wonder if this was all just a dream and in reality, she would be right under my arm when I woke up. But she never was. She was gone. I'd wake up from sleeping and hope that I would reach over and feel her body right next to mine, and she would look over at me and smile. I swear I would hold her closer than ever, and I'd never let her go no matter what.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things, like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you and the memories I never can escape...
No matter how hard I try, she's always on my mind. I remember the way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she laughed, and smiled. I remember the way her head felt on my chest or the way she held my hand. The way it felt to fall asleep next to her and wake up beside her. Sometimes I wish that I would wake up and everything would be erased from my memory, she would be erased. I cannot escape the thought of her, all of the memories we have together live on in my head along with the thought of her.
Tell me this is just a dream, 'cause I'm really not fine at all.
