trite phrases, fresh faces

My sheets still smell like you

A vague reminder of a night spent

Wrapped around each other

With something in our eyes, I couldn’t tell you what it was

Though I’d like to think I knew

Is this the way out?

Well the next time I need to tell you something

I’ll make sure I know exactly what to say

Because I know everything (But you know more)

And I know what makes you tick (But you know so much more)

And I know the way your eyes look (But you know more)

When you’re crying on the inside (And you’re around no more)

My bed still has your impressions

And I have them too

The ones you left between my sheets

And the ones you left here in my head

A vague reminder of our last time spent together

When you had something in your eyes

And I knew exactly what it was

Is this the way out?

You had a way out

Well the next time I need to tell you something

I’ll remember to pick my words and keep my distance

(I’ll let you pick the distance and I’ll keep your words)

Because you know everything

(it takes more)

And I don’t know anything

(it takes so much more)

But I know the way your eyes look

(We used to be so much more)

When you’re smiling on the inside

“I don’t have a reason for this”

“Do you want a reason for this?”

“I don’t think I can find a reason for it”

This is the way my sheets smell after you

Your arms around my neck

(My remeron replacement)

“I don’t have a reason for this”

Your lips against my skin

(My vicodin addiction)

“Do you want a reason for this?”

Your eyes attached to mine

(My Percocet prescription)

“I don’t think I have a reason for it”

“Let’s stop living in the past”

Well the next time I tell you something

I’ll remember to do it with your speed and keep it concise

And I’ll do my best to make sure I’m not spilling contrite across your bed sheets

With our meaningless lipsyncs

Is this the way out?

Is this…

Is this the way out?