You tried to stay, but you could not stand it.
You stole the words from my mouth. I bit my tongue while looking for them.
I am sure I can officially label myself a fool. I am also sure I can officially announce that I hate labels. Lately I have been hearing the words, but not the meanings.
Selective hearing.
Why do I only hear the bad?
I thought time would save us but it broke us. Not the kind of break that can be fixed, the kind of broken that's shattered. Ironic?
"Foolish consistencies is the hobgoblin of small minds."
The words I hear, they haunt me.
"We're too romantic for this world."