I lost three people that day
Three parts of me
Two well I guess three I’ll never see
The best part of myself
at the time hated
A third of my life I told myself
Hard to cope
Relying on parts of the brain that dont work
over and over
the blame ,you and me
sit on a merry go round
I’m about to be sick
in a whirlwind of memories
lost in moments I can’t explain.
I can’t point the finger at either of us.
How’d I get so lucky.
How’d knowing each other a few months
Turn into a celebration at coaches down on third Street.
So in sync, our presence felt like one.
They’ll never have me
because getting rid of you is the same as me too.
When I told you
you’ll never get me
You did and still fucking do
The other two
my will and my sanity
No drive anymore
don’t even walk
barely a crawl
I dont care about love like that anymore and the one thing
that’s fucking driving me mad.
My worst fear is actually coming true
I’m gonna die alone with you.