I feel better now that you're out of the state. I remember when we used to fantasize on moving there and going to college, sharing a house. You'd cook, and I'd clean. You'd cut the grass, and I'd help you wash the cars, although mine stayed in the garage, while yours was in the driveway. I imagined a blue vinyl little suburban house, with green grass and a few yellow flowers next to the porch. We weren't going to share a bed, but I imagined having bad dreams, and asking you to talk to me until I fell asleep.
It was perfect; yet you ruined it.
Alone feels good...for now.
"You know the one thing you're fighting to hold
Will be the one thing you've got to let go
And when you feel the wall cannot be burned
You're gonna die to try what can't be done
Gonna stay stay out but you don't care
Now is there nothing like the inside of you anywhere"
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