It wasn't my hand you were holding under those pretty autumn leaves. I wasn't smiling or picking apples or at ease. I guess I wasn't worth making all the memories with. I guess I was just a pastime. A project. A fix me up you wish you never invested in. I feel bad I took so much of your time away. But someone thinks you won't last forever. And someone thinks she won't be any better. These pretty songs remind me of some other hurt with someone else. And those pretty photos are a different hurt from someone else. But I guess it's just cumulative and I always think of you last. I think whatever residual affection you had for me was spread on her and you thought you loved her too soon. But she can make you feel a happy like I could never do. Will I be the first thing you think of when she becomes your next last thought?
Listening to: Summoning - Might and Glory