EVERY STORY demo (september 11th 2024)

natemonoxide

Every story has an ending, and this is ours
Of fond memories and bittersweet partings
Punctuated with a dozen flowers
And in the moment it doesn’t seem real
Though I dwell upon it for the longest time
Every story has an ending. This is yours and mine.

Some nights I still lay awake for hours picturing your face
Driving myself insane, hoping that it might change
Revisiting that day, regretting the choice not to stay
Just a little longer and steal more time
Just a little more time with you

When I picture you, you are always smiling
Even through a veil of tears as everything was crumbling
I try not to think of you, but you sneak in through cracks in my thoughts
A song or a place or a whispered breath in my dreams and you’re back again

You haunt me constantly
Don’t want these bittersweet memories
Their taunting it harms me, honestly
Each night these crazy dreams
Reliving all your screams
Obsessively thinking of nights that we spent drinking

Of all the things that my life was missing
Were holes you filled just by your existing
We would get drunk and that felt like living
Turn out the lights again
We would wake up the hangover kicking
Never again, we’d swear we were quitting
Holding you close felt like I was clinging
Praying for death, I thought you were kidding

But that’s the way this story goes
Cigarettes and wine
Late night conversations spent on borrowed time
As for the ending? God only knows
It seemed like things were fine
Good to see you how’ve you been
Is there anything that’s on your mind?

You haunt me constantly
Don’t want these bittersweet memories
Their taunting it harms me, honestly
Each night these crazy dreams
Reliving all your screams
Obsessively thinking of nights that we spent drinking

We found brief peace. Respite in sleep.

Some nights I still lay awake for hours picturing your face
Driving myself insane, hoping that it might change
Revisiting that day, regretting the choice not to stay
Just a little while longer and steal more time
Just a little more time with you

So haunt me. Confessing I love these bittersweet memories
They warm me. They’re fading, and that scares me.
I pray for vivid dreams reliving our best scenes
Obsessively thinking of nights that we spent drinking

Every story has an ending, and this is ours
Of fond memories and bittersweet partings
Punctuated with a dozen flowers
And in the moment it doesn’t seem real
Though I dwell upon it for the longest time
Every story has an ending. This is yours
This is yours
This is yours and mine.