The Day After

It's the day after and I feel an emotional hangover
I have a heartache and some thoughts waves that I rather not go over
See, I can't start to believe anything special because I know the place all these thoughts go
I call it my own personal pit, deep within my mind
Where compromise and demise do more than just rhyme
It's the place where love can become hate with just a gulp of fresh air
As if the fumes of his words have polluted my oxygen and clung to my hair
It's like I am so sick of love songs but have you me playing them on repeat
And I don't even love you but I don't want my past to repeat
I don't want to get stuck on your web of potential affection
I know that it could leave me with a fatal thought retention
I could be stuck in the in between place of wanting you and avoiding you to just be okay
But I think what has happened yesterday had changed everything what more I can say
I am trapped by a desire to have you hold my hand and pushing you far far away
I hate how much emotion I can feel in one day
The conflicting melodies playing a symphony on my sanity
I just want the music to stop so the silence can be all that haunts me
But how do we turn back from shaky hands and flirty words
How will this end?!? I mean this is starting to get absurd
I feel like I am on the edge waiting for this to all start or maybe even end
Who knows anymore I really just want to be all right
And to leave this conflict without any scars from the fight