Damn. If this song I’m writing right now doesn’t get me laid, nothing will. Gonna post in a bit.
Was I right? Anyone moved to love me? I’m a pretty good kisser, but I’m sure you could make me better.
You’re like a sock lost in the dryer.
I know I put you in there (my heart),
but suddenly you’re gone.
How did you just disappear?
Where did you go?
If you don’t plan to come back,
will you at least come claim
the match to your pair (my memories of you)?
Having just one is a constant, painful reminder
of the one I lost.
She can run away from him,
but not the memories of what he’s done.
So you need to be her sanctuary,
a new home where she can hide with her nightmares
and cry and shake the terror out in safety.
And one day—after she’s had time to heal—you can tell her,
“You are the ghost that haunts this house,
and it’s time to come back to life.”
Remember when I didn’t love you with every ounce of my being? Me either.