grieve

Monday, you broke the tension, finally

I guess it didn't mean nothin' when you said you loved me

'Cause now when my parents will undoubtedly stare me in the face

They'll ask me how you are, and I'll stare into space

And when I feel the bitterness of the cold in the air

I'll always think of the smell of your hair

Think about how I'll never hang out again at your house

I thought of you more than I ever should've been allowed

Do you wonder what conversations we would have had if you hadn't left?

I miss your parted lips and steady breath

And do you ever regret moving states?