every time i see her i remember it.
every time i hear new york i remember what we had
what she felt like
sleeping
hugging my arm
what it was like when she said she thinks she likes me
admitted it a bit
and then what she said
to me
when she said sorry
and i told her it wasn’t her fault
it was mine
and it was mine
because that’s what i do
i shouldn’t have let that happen
and if i weren’t so stupid
as to assume she would enter my world
MY world
my perfect world
little world
burn that world
dammit
she would enter it
and she would love me too
like i would love her