i hope you're over the restless nights of invalid regret
and the smell of my sweater no longer lingers in your head
because on january twenty fifth i impulsively broke your heart
and a mere six months later i am truly sorry for tearing you apart
august twelfth and i've never hated myself more for hurting you
september ninth and how i feel about myself is far from new
but on october seventeenth, i found my happiness so no more i cry
and now it's november second i've never been happier, we both promised were fine
december ninth and im alright, i've never been better
on january fifteenth it's almost been a year, i can't gather the courage to give you that stupid letter
its june fourth now and you and i are on good terms
i hope you know i've changed, i hope you know i've learned
i hope one day you'll consider me a friend,
but it's unlikely if you factor in our end
this is not dedicated to a love that was lost,
this is not how i yearn for the nostalgic december frost
no, this is the growth experienced just by me
and the hope that we will both live unbothered eternally
