Pool of Tears
All of the tears I’ve ever cried over you could fill up the swimming pool in the backyard of our dream house that we’ll never spend the rest of our lives in together.
All of the tears I’ve ever cried over you could fill up the swimming pool in the backyard of our dream house that we’ll never spend the rest of our lives in together.
Before I met you, I thought crying in your sleep was a made-up thing. But I still wouldn’t take any of it back.
I still live every day stubbornly believing that “I don’t love you” was an untruth you said to drive me away, hurt me, or maybe end things on your own terms.
Wooo I got a new haircut