Your hair still crosses the back of my head sometimes
I never let it drown me the way we know it could
I've got a fear I'll talk to you now the way you never should.
No, I still can not stay concentrated, still can’t conduct a rhyme.
Remember that your side that is bigger than the other
Is the same as mine, and I think of it when I use a pen
Writing a professional plea, sometimes a sentence comes out about how you were back then
Seventeen weeks past and I was an unfamiliar figure to your brother
It’s a heart flame, she knows,
Caught a bad habit, learned from the hurt I gave to you.
You wouldn’t try the cross I slipped on your wrist; these days, now would you?
In love now but my vision still waits for the cracks I made to show.
If time could heal my shit, I would be bigger and better
Than your weight could ever have accomplished
But I am not; I am looking smaller than before, looking famished
And isn’t this the in thing, to never get better, to remember your name to the very letter.
No here’s something new for the masses
One person who hurts enough to feel entitled
Is it so impossible for you to think we may have settled?
But if he thinks I can’t swim through now, his perfect eyes have lost their glasses.