grieve

Monday, you broke the tension, finally I guess it didn't mean nothin' when you said you loved me 'Cause now when my parents will undoubtedly stare me in the face They'll ask me how you are, and I'll stare into space And when I feel the bitterness of the cold in the air I'll always think of the smell of your hair Think about how I'll never hang out again at your house I thought of you more than I ever should've been allowed Do you wonder what conversations we would have had if you hadn't left? I miss your parted lips and steady breath And do you ever regret moving states? 'Cause I kinda regret not being more awake Our late walks, never focusing right How your smile looked in the dark of night And oh, I hope it isn't easy for you And I hope your dogs miss me too I know my front door will miss your face Oh, God, can this world just give me some fucking grace? I miss the morning heat of that bleak sunlight I miss that cold, firelit campsite If I could meet you again, I'd make you promise not ever to leave So I wouldn't have to sit here with someone so cherished to grieve F*ck