Anymore

STARING AT THE CEILING AT FOUR IN THE MORNING,

I THINK OF THE PAPER PLANES WE WON’T BE FLYING

ANYMORE.

OH  

I CRASH INTO A THING OR TWO, I FALL HARD ON ONE KNEE

IN THE DARK, MUCH IS OUT OF PLACE; NOTHING SEEMS WHERE IT SHOULD BE

ANYMORE, 

YOU LOSE YOUR WAY WHEN YOU ARE BROKEN TO THE CORE.

 

EXPLAIN

WHY LOVE IS PAIN

INSANE

TRYING TO BLAME

LOVE, AS YOU ARE GONE

MY LOVE. THE HURT IS DONE

THE SUN

WON’T FEEL THE SAME

EVER,

AGAIN 

 

WAITING IN THE OPEN ROOM, WHERE ALL THE WALLS ARE COLD

I STALL WITH A FROZEN HEART, NO ONE ELSE TO HOLD 

ANYMORE.​

OH

OVER AND OVER AGAIN, I TRY TO REMEMBER

THE LAST THING YOU SAID, ON THAT DAY IN DECEMBER

AT THE DOOR. 

YOU COME TO WAIT WHEN YOU ARE BROKEN TO THE CORE.

 

EXPLAIN

WHY LOVE IS PAIN

INSANE

TRYING TO BLAME

LOVE, AS YOU ARE GONE

MY LOVE. THE HURT IS DONE

THE SUN

WON’T FEEL THE SAME

EVER,

AGAIN 

 

EXPLAIN

WHY LOVE IS PAIN

INSANE

TRYING TO BLAME

LOVE, AS YOU ARE GONE

MY LOVE. THE HURT IS DONE

YOUR NAME

WON’T READ THE SAME

EVER,

AGAIN 

 

AND SO, I WAIT