Adhering To Superstition

I remember just how it used to be.

When the nights were fucking ours and the sunrise

Made me feel so fucking sick.

Things were much simpler

And those summers last too long

But this feeling was as depressing

As the day my eyes met yours.

We always talk about getting caught up

In the moment getting wrapped up in situations

Saying words we can never take back.

A four letter word, the most beautiful of things

But the one I used on you is the one I wish I truly could mean.

I never said a thing I only half meant.

I dropped hints at being the worst man for the job.

I've smashed clocks, broken mirrors

The man in the reflection the one I truly hate the most.

I want my life back. Days spent months spent years spent

Saying if I had a time machine hell yea