The last time I remember you; I saw your body sideways leaving out the door.
Last night still had my mind in a daze; I’m sitting up this morning in my bed remembering the days you remembered me.
When the nights went into the mornings; it was clear to me that this love was Satan’s miracle.
I loved the hell out of you, now Ive met my pinnacle.
Those lips smiled, those pearly gates parted, and out crept the blues
“You missed me didn’t you?”
Feeling like the drum getting played in this solo.
Meaning you were never present for today’s, but I could always count on you for “couldn’t waits”.
Waiting for your call; do you really wonder why I am up so late? I contemplate.
Why must these trees and these lakes of liquor complicate things?
Standing in the shower wishing it’d bring the heat, and rain harder.
That the radio and the water would some how create thunder, and electrify my spirit –
From this being I love to be in me, but cant stand being apart of.
That’s not love. That’s not lust. Was there really never any trust?
This relationship has rusted. Quickly we are sinking.
Me deeply and you wallow in the shallow end.
But I still pretend that we’re just friends, with the benefits of exercising passion.
So as I am laying here watching you walk out;
Like damn Y? X is the reason.
Seasons change. Feelings stay the same, except this time…
I am the one leaving.