I wish I could tell you all my thoughts,
maybe like before but the words wouldn't be the same.
My voice would crack and you'd see it all in my eyes, I know my heart wouldn't skip, it'd ache.
But god do I wish I could hear you say my name one more time as I gaze up at you, even if it isn't for the reasons it used to be.
Because I've blocked out the thought of us but I can feel the way my soul has hollowed out, wanting to be filled with real admiration again.
Maybe it was the alcohol running through my veins that set too many things out of place, please let me go back and save myself from this mess I've made.
