We don't talk, your in a different country and you won't come back until the end of the summer probably, but it doesnt' matter because we haven't felt the same in years. I haven't been the same since febuary of 2008, and I'm not sure if i'm the only person who notices it. I don't know why this couldn't have just worked out for me. I can't even remember what being with you feels like, and I don't recall how it feels to kiss you, I can't even remember what shirt I was wearing when it happened. I wonder if you'll want me this summer, or the next, and I wonder when my nostalgia for you will be forced onto someone else. we're not sitting on your living room couch anymore, and we're not at red apple, or that black chair, and your not leaning down to kiss me during football games. we're on the floor of mikes room and he's laying with that blonde chick who never mattered and we're not making out we're just whispering and your playing with my hair the way you used to, and I have no idea that i'm going to hold shawns hand in front of you yet, or that your not going to marry the first girl you said you would. I hardly remember being a wallflower at kyles, and I hardly remember drinking love potion, and I hardly remember fighting with you, but I can kinda remember making up. I don't know what love looks like, but I hope it looks like this, and I hope It feels like this, because I know it hurts just like this.
we were so young back then, and so much has happened, but I still feel almost exactly the same as I felt down by the lake two augusts ago, I just don't cry about it anymore.
I am weak, and I'm nostalgic, and theres nothing I can do about either
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