You sigh in regret.
If only I had thought of you instead.
You push the thought of me to the back of your head.
Then maybe I’d want you more or less.
If only I had thought of you instead.
That wouldn’t be pleasant if you and I fought.
Then maybe I’d want you more or less.
All the memories those nights sought.
As I gather the pieces together of this empty heart.
That wouldn’t be pleasant if you and I fought.
All the memories that can’t be replaced or bought spilled upon the table top.
You push me away because we couldn’t erase all the memories those nights sought.
All the memories of your sweet face; we couldn’t erase the pain so we concealed it.
You push me away because we couldn’t erase; I’m ready to topple.
You push me away because we couldn’t erase the memories condensed in a little glass bottle.