It's been a while since we last spoke.
I heard you moved back home with your parents to collect yourself.
You think you'll change with wearing new clothes your daddy went and bought to help you feel like you're someone else.
You're just a constant reminder of what can happen to guys when they fall in love.
I know it won't be long before you decide to solve your problems with men that follow you to dark rooms.
You choose to lose yourself with anyone that smiles your way.
Well, for you, that's great.
All while I'm left here with all my thoughts.
It doesn't mean I'm lost. (For right now.)
It's been three years since we last spoke.
I hope you know I've gotten all those messages you sent to me.
But I really don't understand all your concepts of closure and need to expose why you are who you are.
And in time we could try to go back where we started;
As if I forgotten.