The t-shirt no longer smells like you
But i sleep in it anyway
holding on to it, like it was a life buoy and i am drowning
The same can be said of you
I hold on to us, so forcefully
even though its so broken
we are so broken
its like trying to cross a derelict bridge
with gaps and holes
i just keep falling and falling
and everytime i pull myself up
i'll fall again
I can imagine your frustration
how it must be so grating
why is it no matter how you try to make it better
it doesn't deem to work
maybe because even though you don't want to be
you act like you're mine
and it just feels like a lie
because i really want to be with you
