This is a little harder than I’d thought it would be.
Like meeting strangers and
Painting the walls white again,
Purgatory was never the most comfortable place to be.
In fact, this little song and slow dance
Seems all together too familiar to hurt less.
Like waterfalls and pouring rain and
Nostalgic feelings of missing someone who doesn’t feel for you anymore,
Love works in theory
And in practice,
The chords all fall apart like there’s no glue to keep it and us
But the pain comes with knowledge
As well as lack thereof.
Maybe it would be better if we could move on and find more ways to get over love.
But of course, I speak for myself
And my feelings.
You can’t deny what isn’t there to begin with,
But you can’t disprove what already exists.