Calling My Name

It’s still dark out and I didn’t sleep too well

So I’m awake and all emotional over you

Angry that I’m feeling so much when you never felt enough

I have to let this severed piece bleed out and finally die.

Because I’ve been cutting it

only to restitch and rebandage the hurt.

So I’ll take my half of the blame

If you finally quit playing this game

Because I don’t know if I’ll survive

another time with you calling out my name.

Stuck on You

Maybe one day I’ll finally get good at getting over you

But until then I’ll have another drink while I listen to another song that reminds me of you

I’ll drive by your house again and read through old phone conversations

Oh cause one day you wont cross my mind

But until then I’m still at this bar, stuck on you

I imagine hearing your name and not giving it a second thought

There will be no floods of memories that have to be fought

No ache in my heart nor tears in my eyes

You’ll be gone and I’ll have moved on

But until then I’m still at this bar, stuck on you.

Even the Moon has Wreckage

I’m always testing the ones who love me

even though the number is few.

Sweet words are so foreign

I don’t trust them to be true.

Like the moon,

showing the world pretty bright lights

and hiding a part of itself never to be seen.

Letting people in is so hard when you know

They are so likely to go

after rubbernecking at the wreckage.

And bruises fade faster if no one keeps pressing into them.