there’s pieces of you everywhere i turn
you’re the broken glass on the ground that i can’t help but step on
so now i drive by the streets we used to walk and think of all that’s brand new
i have respect for my past self so i try not to dwell
tell me, do you think of it too?
think of moonlights and drunk nights and words left unsaid
im thinking more of pages filled with ink and regret
i bet you think of sunrise and greenlights, and meyer street at the corner of 10th
whatever thoughts plague your mind, i hope they leave a bittersweet sting
because that was too bitter to ever be real
but im too sweet to ever want to forget
