[I want to be remembered just like you want to be forgotten.]
01. Your pupils remind me of ink splotches. The blacks melting into the milky
browns, pupils that could be perfectly round but aren't. I'd like to think they look
But then again, you're not the one in love.
02. You told me once, that the hardest thing to do in life is to walk away from
something you care about. But what if I told you it gets easy if you say you're sorry
Not that an apology will make everything alright.
03. Empty dial tones and static keep the world a mystery. My world anyway.
Your letters are always signed with song lyrics, ones to describe any situation,
any problem, any emotion. I loved music, because you did.
I play those songs on repeat, waiting to feel something, anything again.
04. This was a failed attempt at saying goodbye.
[I think I'm the one forgotten though.]