i just want back in your head.
Get the fuck out of my head. I don't even like you as a person or find you attractive anymore. I don't even want to get back together with you. It's just...I miss what I don't have anymore. I miss how it's never going to be how it was in the very beginning. I will never be 18 years old again. So innocent and young and naive.
When I saw you a few weeks ago I felt releived in a way because there you were, still at the same job, still not driving, probably gained a couple of pounds since you messed up your knee, and all in all showing absolutely no desire to take control of your life and start doing all the things you said you would do. It's all lies. You told me all these things you wanted to do after we broke up, but just never got around to doing them while we were together because you lacked motivation in our relationship, but now you feel alive! And I remember feeling so betrayed and alone. But now I know it's all untrue. You're still the same. When I saw you I couldn't even really look you in the eyes really, like something was missing. Something that I once saw and felt and got butterflies over was gone. You're not 22 anymore. 18 and 22 years old isn't young, but I felt like such kids then. I was working at the mall and had my dad and sister drive me around.
I'll be 24 in November and you'll be 28 next year. I can't wait to see what another 5 years brings.
When I saw you a few weeks ago I felt releived in a way because there you were, still at the same job, still not driving, probably gained a couple of pounds since you messed up your knee, and all in all showing absolutely no desire to take control of your life and start doing all the things you said you would do. It's all lies. You told me all these things you wanted to do after we broke up, but just never got around to doing them while we were together because you lacked motivation in our relationship, but now you feel alive! And I remember feeling so betrayed and alone. But now I know it's all untrue. You're still the same. When I saw you I couldn't even really look you in the eyes really, like something was missing. Something that I once saw and felt and got butterflies over was gone. You're not 22 anymore. 18 and 22 years old isn't young, but I felt like such kids then. I was working at the mall and had my dad and sister drive me around.
I'll be 24 in November and you'll be 28 next year. I can't wait to see what another 5 years brings.