I can't say this is the last time [that's been said hundreds of times now]. Because yet again, it's my fault.
Seriously. When will I get it?
I'm watching your eyes move slowly
Up and down my silhouette,
And I wonder if you get it yet.
This is the last time I crawl away on these broken knees,
And don't you wish it all would be okay?
“Promise me you'll forget me,”
You said as you walked away.
“Don't hold on. Please, let go of me”
You make it so hard to leave.
And I can't breathe without you here
For fear I'll catch your scent.
And we both know how bad I get.
I don't do well or dwell in change.
And don't you know that
Three small words could make this all okay?
You make it so hard to leave.
