If I could... I would dig out the memories I have of you, embedded in my brain with a scalpel
If I could... I would dig out the memories I have of you, embedded in my brain with a scalpel
I would cry until my tear ducts dried up and hemorrhaged into bleeding tears, just to keep my eyes lubricated
You asked how far I would go for you, but while I was gone to prove my love, you proved me right, I knew you didn't love me
I knew it, but I never said anything because the kisses felt right, and you called me "Baby"
Do you remember this? This place? The last time we were here there were candles, and I gave you a part of me that I never asked you to return
Well, now I'm back here, without you, no light, and all I wish for now is that stupid piece that I gave you so I can cook it and burn
It, and destroy it because I'm already hollow without it
Here I am, trying to find a part of me, lost so long ago that if it stabbed me in what was left of my heart I wouldn't recognize it
Instead, I'm ripping out every part of you from my mind at the roots, and its not even hurting you
I'm the one dealing with the pain of you leaving, and still wondering, what did feigning love gain you?
You were all I ever wanted, the last time I ever wanted to say "i love you"
I treated you like the last bit of oxygen in my throat, while drowning, trying to hold on to you as long as I could, too But no. instead of just dying, you stay immortalized in my pen and notes
My mind begins to bleed and constricts my throat
You asked me what was wrong, and thats fair, so I'll tell you
My words… as you did- they leave kisses on my lips as they stutter and stumble out of my mouth
My mind stays on fire with the burning memories of my love for you. I'll probably never be able to put the flames out.