i still remember your hard over eggs in the kitchen
breakfast in the evening always seemed like a mission
i still remember the bland taste of your empty crepes
but i ate them because they were what you had made.
i still remember the night we stayed up late
till four am, oh i wish i could've stayed
i wish i could go back, and just hit pause
knowing that in a second, all of it would be gone.
i still cry at the thought of you
cause i don't understand
you never told me
you never gave a reason
i still hope that one day
you'd just stroll through my door
and say, "i'm sorry, i missed you"
and though you hate hugs
you'd embrace me and ask about the song i sung
that day on that stage, while he watched
and say that he told you how i broke down
when we made eye contact amongst the crowd
and how i ran out in tears cause i was lost in my thoughts
wondering when the day i don't think of you will come
cause i'm just so fucking tired of trying to be numb.
