Polaroids, and picture frames
I burnt all the ones that would show your face
Cause i care too much to be in your way
You begged me, to stay in touch
To stay in love is, and ask too much
And that's too bad, that's too rough
I just worry cause you've been so drunk my love
I started running
Won't look back
But those tears broke the glass, i don't have your back anymore
I need to, move on,
Don't need your voice
Or those empty words that you had spoken to warn me of you leaving
And I know you're gonna hear this
I can't make up stories, or write like i'm a witness
And I lied to you last Christmas, I held onto the start with memories and images
Tattoos, only bad news
And you're here now
Posting on your story saying truth, it's hard
Dress risky, tell them i don't listen
I don't mean to yell, but i can't help but think of the blurred lines