I traced my name out in the grime With my finger like a knife Waiting in the parking lot For somebody I forgot Watching the dust settle back in place I'm settled in going my own pace Burn through time till it's getting late I do the same…

Life was so long ago What was I so stressed about What did I waste my time on So many centuries Spent doing everything That I could do to find you

I just wanted my life to be so wonderful You could've been there to make it so But now I don't get to see you anymore I just wanted my life to be so wonderful Where did the time go, it's hard to say Harder to remember other peoples' names…

Enjoy your life Without holding yourself down I miss your smile The way it always made my day I wrote your name down so many times I can't remember what you look like anymore Just want to see you again I miss listening to you Talking…

There's nothing short about life Only infinitely long drawn out moments Of nothing done till someone walks you through it Your smile made my day I wouldn't mind waiting her forever for the end of the world if you were here with me WIll…

It's been a few weeks since I saw you I still remember the last thing you said I see your name everywhere I go You live through the products I see on the shelf Just to remind me I'm by myself Where did you go I'm stuck right here

You remind me of a brilliant shade of violet Colored in the sun when you forget to look away Living on my own makes it hard to give a shit But you make it a bit more bittersweet each day Give me something to work with I've hurt enough to…

I need a pen to write down what you said You have a way with words like nobody else Like nobody else I want to get a better view (What did you say) I said I want to see things a little better I'm a big fan of how you write your letters…

I talk a lot about the same one or two things I wrote them out in my hand so I don't think I'm getting tired of the way I approach things Doing donuts with the details I'm noticing I find it hard to pay attention and not stare When I'm…

I miss the days I'd take my shirt off and complain about the weather What can I even say anymore When did I become the problem I don't want to turn around and do the same things I did Before October Before I knew her Before October…