Untitled. tweaked.

I’ve got a heavy hand stuck in my pocket
From all the times I’ve tried to deny it
I think I have no more pride left to lose
When it’s gone, all to you

It’s been months and you go through your boxes
Find that star he left you, the dolls he bought you
and his baseball tee by yours
Go to him to return the belongings
But find your feelings returning instead

And when you try to leave for your sake, you stop
You’ve got your foot halfway through the door but you can feel your heart drop

A hundred cycles and a million of washes
And still, his black won’t fade
Just like a stain on the back of your jacket
His face just won’t go away
At least not today
...At least not today