Clarity - 2 years in the making
I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been so
Take your records, take you freedom
Take your memories, I dont need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
Been single for two full years now. Not quite where I was expecting to be, but at this point, I don't think I'd have it any other way.
I'm comfortable in my own skin again. I've stopped the witchhunt (if not permanently, at least momentarily) I put myself on to "fill the void". I've started dating again (only baby steps so far, but steps nonetheless).
I dug out the "ex-box" buried on a shelf in mom's basement. Haven't cracked it open yet (sealed it up tighter than Fort Knox, I did). I'm going to toss some things, burn others, and possibly hold onto a thing or two. But its time to purge. Its a new beginning.
And for once, I'm not afraid of what's on the other side: happiness.
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been so
Take your records, take you freedom
Take your memories, I dont need 'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me
Been single for two full years now. Not quite where I was expecting to be, but at this point, I don't think I'd have it any other way.
I'm comfortable in my own skin again. I've stopped the witchhunt (if not permanently, at least momentarily) I put myself on to "fill the void". I've started dating again (only baby steps so far, but steps nonetheless).
I dug out the "ex-box" buried on a shelf in mom's basement. Haven't cracked it open yet (sealed it up tighter than Fort Knox, I did). I'm going to toss some things, burn others, and possibly hold onto a thing or two. But its time to purge. Its a new beginning.
And for once, I'm not afraid of what's on the other side: happiness.