Empty drawers because I'm gone, long gone.
Like that puzzle you started then never took time on,
broken enough to know better.
I bet you never thought I'd find the strength to forget your name.
Like your just another love song on a broken record, just old news.
All I ever was. That murder mystery just like the one the day before and you were front page news. Front page news.
Front page news.
Like plastic smiles and fake hair lines like another way to change your eyes, so I'll never recognize your lies. It's just that easy.
So I closed my own and maybe now I'll never see you.
Or maybe now I'll see you perfectly,
perfectly clear baby.
So I can walk away blind without being blindsided by pretty pictures of possibility.
It's just that easy.
Author notes
bleh.
Adding your comment: