I know you never meant to hurt me
When you slipped away like sand
But I donāt stay angry long because I always understand
So Iāll spare you the theatrics
But Iām told that Iām not well
Cause Iāve been writing out a bucket list that sends me straight to hell
Sometimes I look back fondly
On our wicked little crimes
Though I know it should perturb me and I pray it will in time
And I dread the empty mornings,
More than drunk and lonely nights,
Because thereās not much to dull the sense that I wonāt be alright
Iāll have this little frightening thought
Before my day can even start
Today is now the longest that weāve ever been apart.
So Iāll read over our messages,
You always seemed to tell the truth
Well I keep on marching forward,
But I donāt quite seem to move.
And my heart wonāt go on healing,
Youāre still pressing on the bruise.
I think you went on keeping
What you only meant to borrow.
This is the longest we have ever been apart.