I hope you don’t mind me when I break into fractions
Not worth your while, promise this, i’ve had plenty of practice
Toyed with a heart or a few twice
Now with mine in your hands,
I guess I have to trust you with my whole life
He said I wanna know what’s happening inside your head
So, what’re you gonna do, my love, you can’t split his head open instead
He said I am an open book, just take the time to read
Admire the messy words and people that used to fill both kinds of empty sheets
Broken bones and open wounds never seem to heal the same
It’s the art of remembering people with unfamiliar names
And the heart of nostalgia that promised things were better thant hey’d been
But lately I’ve been finding myself missing things
That were never mine to begin with.
Reckless abandon and borrowed luck
Two things strung together that made him up.
I liked it for awhile, but I must’ve changed my mind.
It was nice for the time being
now you can go your own way and I’ll go mine.