“This girl is, at once, all the women that broke my heart. She is so beautiful and generous, and she is asking me to leave - because she is dumping me - she is dumping me because I am a cheap drug dealer. And I am a drug dealer because she wants to leave me… This is all my fault.”
“I wrote those songs, and took them all to heart.
You know I’m proud of what we did…
…I see the men that had you tearing up your head.
That’s my excuse to make a mark, when you’re all tangled up in red.
I had you tricked, but then you grabbed me by the throat.
Whats say,
that night you took away a little more than just my breath.
I swear to God that I was thinking about the summer,
or the words that I wrote on the walls that saved my life.
I don’t care if I will ever be the same,
but everything just keeps reminding me of winter.
Like the drive that I took on the night I lost my mind…”
You know those things you had made because of someone, not for them, but then had wanted to give to them before you left because they’re the ones who inspired you to make it, but after misspoken words and leaving without goodbyes you never did? Then when you have the chance to again, you just don’t want to anymore? Well, this is one of those things. I forgot about it until I stumbled across it in a folder on my laptop just now.
