Let me hear your name
Once more
What am I even holding on for?
I'm not who I was then and you are an entirely different you
At this point of time if there was even a chance we might work out
Well I'm not sure if I'd take that chance
I can't place where that love I felt for you went
Though I feel echoes of it inside of me
When I no longer felt like sleepwalking through a daydream
Painted in rose blush and ocean blue
And more like walking through ruins
In the halls of an abandoned house
A house you and I had built together
Are you reading these words?
Of course you are because you feel it too
Wanting to be disinterested and past it all but
We're both still holding on
Knowing that having it back won't make us happier
Are we just missing a time when those memories were happy though?
When it would have made us happier?
Maybe here you'll start to type up that message
That you've rewritten a thousand times over in your head
Where that hypothetical conversation takes place
A swell of emotions before you close the page
How can you even be sure it's about you anyway?
It is about you. Hear it in the doves
