Getting Over It
This is me
That is you
Tattooed on my heart
Without the ink
Every time I try to forget
My thoughts are lodged
Back to the times I’ve tried
To quit you.
I talk to that ever knowing friend
She tells me I’ll get over it eventually
I thank her
Tell her I’ll try.
But if I try, I’m right back on
Square One Avenue
Somewhere in between Pathetic Drive
And a street no one likes to wander.
I wish I could help the pain I feel inside
The tears only you hold the key to
You have no idea how much you’ve hurt me
You probably don’t remember me.
That is you
Tattooed on my heart
Without the ink
Every time I try to forget
My thoughts are lodged
Back to the times I’ve tried
To quit you.
I talk to that ever knowing friend
She tells me I’ll get over it eventually
I thank her
Tell her I’ll try.
But if I try, I’m right back on
Square One Avenue
Somewhere in between Pathetic Drive
And a street no one likes to wander.
I wish I could help the pain I feel inside
The tears only you hold the key to
You have no idea how much you’ve hurt me
You probably don’t remember me.