Polly Lane
I always happen to look at the clock
And 708
There it is
Like a constant reminder that you're gone
Like a constant reminder that love is just a song that we all sing
But always ends eventually
708
A flood of memories
Of staying up late
Of love we used to make
Of hope that I had
Before you walked away
Hopes as high as the Chicago skyline
708
The days and nights I spent by your side
The number of times you've haunted my dreams
Since you've been gone
Last fall into this spring
I don't want to remember things
Don't want to reminisce like this
Because I hate you
But I'll do it anyway
Torture myself because I miss you
I still fucking miss you!
708
Wreaking havoc in my brain
The way you hold water bottles
And how you say my name
Or the time we couldn't stop laughing in the dark when your roommate was trying to sleep
Or when I flew 2,000 miles on my birthday
Just to see you for a couple of weeks
Eventhough after 9/11 I swore no one would ever get me on a plane
And I swear I won't admit it if you ask me after this but I cried the whole way
Memories
And they come crashing in like a flood
Like an earthquake
Shaking everything up
Just when I thought I was okay
But it destroys me in the process
Because I can't swim and I can't stand
Love is a natural disaster
708
The number of people I've used
To try and get over you
And I don't feel new rather I feel worn and torn
Like an old rag
Used to wash the dust off of cars
Dirty
Unworthy
Self respect gone too early
So I'll break every promise I made for myself
So no one else has the chance
Let strangers fill in the spaces
Where you're not
And lately I've been feeling like a parking lot
708
The unanswered questions that seep in
When Im trying to sleep in
But you sneak in
How do you sneak in
Ruin my weekends
Did she taste better than me?
The taste of her lips
After drinking from your cup
Full of lemonade
Was she a better lay?
Smarter and prettier than I'd care to say?
Was forgetting me as easy as you made it seem?
Because you threw away 6 years like it was nothing
708
To this day I don't care
What anyone says
Or what you did
I love you now like I loved you then
Cause really I just want you back
Even if I don't quite understand
Why you ran
708
The number of times I've looked at the time to see 708
There are two sides to every story, and I think this would be hers.
Occasionally I look at the time and notice
805
806
807
808
You think it was easy to just walk away?
You know nothing
You only assume
And I'm not angry
Just really pissed that you
Think I'm okay
Think that you don't run through my mind all day
805
The number of times you picked fights
Grow up.
You don't know what you want.
We were both 14
And we made it last too long
To you I was always wrong
Eventhough your arms is where I knew I belonged
I had to move on
Because despite what you think
I've never been strong
805
The number of times you made me out to be the bad guy
But you stepped out too
And you made excuses to justify why
You never listened
You never stopped comparing my emotions with yours
God after a while our love just became a chore
805
The times you were too stubborn
Inadvertently pushing me away
And making me run for cover
Like our love was rain
And our fights the thunder
So powerful in the way they destroy
Grains of sand
And I grew tired
And sought out dry land
805
All the times you'll blame me for our demise
Never looking in the mirror to see behind your disguise
Your facade of lies
You used to protect yourself
From the question why?
805
804
803
802
I want go back to me and you
This area codes all I have left of you
This inside joke that we have
That's not really an inside joke
It never made you laugh
But still it's what I hold onto
And all these clouds still filled with rain
But I can still feel your name
Like you're etched in every one of my veins
You're In every drop
In every molecule
And I thought that it would stop
But Cupid keeps hitting me with the same damn arrow
I thought that I'd bleed you out
From all these wounds
But I still feel you in every damn room
On every street we've ever walked
In between my sheets like they haven't been washed
I swear you'll be the death of me
Tommy Carroll
Sat 20th Jun 2015 19:19
Nearly there :-)