Nothing at all, really.
She never really let's go. Some part of her holds on to this thread of what used to be. I hope you feel it pulling sometimes from the way that I hold on more tightly when we walk in seperate directions. God, it hurts to be alone. You have no idea.
Park benches and playgrounds. It must have been something that I said, baby, because I know you told her you loved her. Once.
Practical application time. No notes this time around. You're all on your own trying to figure out what's wrong with this picture. I wish I had a photographic memory so that I knew what you looked like everytime that you lied. You lie all the time anymore. Maybe you should think about this. Because it's ripping my heart out.
Park benches and playgrounds. It must have been something that I said, baby, because I know you told her you loved her. Once.
Practical application time. No notes this time around. You're all on your own trying to figure out what's wrong with this picture. I wish I had a photographic memory so that I knew what you looked like everytime that you lied. You lie all the time anymore. Maybe you should think about this. Because it's ripping my heart out.