Wrong Ideas

I stopped watching you 
Okay I admit 
Occasionally I still do
But it gets less
Though when I do
It hurts more
What does that mean?

She looks like she likes herself
And I bet your connection
It is healthy 
So much more peace
Than you’d ever get with me
I’m not happy
But I’m happy for you
Though I’m still mad 
That you got me confused

Will it always take this long to heal
When the only one to blame are projected fears
Months aren’t supposed to turn to years
When the only thing you hold are wrong ideas

I stopped missing you
Alright I confess
It just slowly gets less
I can’t see through 
Your unsettled ways of showing up
If I could I’d ask you to stop 
But I’m so scared that if I do
I’ll completely lose you

Will it always take this long to heal
When the only one to blame are projected fears
Months aren’t supposed to turn to years
When the only thing you hold are wrong ideas

The ‘what ifs’, blue August 
A fool’s hopes and your unbruised ghost
I paint over hindsights
Like I could ever get it right 
That night when I cried 
You didn’t even mind
But it’s fine
Hope you find what we never had aligned
I paint over hindsights 

Like I could ever get it right
Blamed the time, then my mind
It never made you mine
Guess we started at the finish line


	

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