I thought I’d have more figured out. I think we all did.
You’ll feel your heart racing. Your pulse so high. You’re convinced you might be dying from a heart attack.
We said goodbye. Except, we never really said goodbye. We just stopped talking.
But, I’m no longer broken. Baby, I’m whole.
…Except I don’t know how to be whole.
You live by this premise – I want you, but I don’t need you.
Don’t ever be apologetic for who you are and the mistakes you’ve made.
So we convince them that we don’t care. Just one guy in a string of guys. They mean nothing.
Our words spewing out the truth,
No protection of mental capability to process things.
For starters, it’s never black and white.
Oh, darling, no one can save you but yourself.