I stay busy, I know
But it lives in me
Actively
Backing me into corners
Can’t control
The impression you left on me
Like a tattoo that I never asked for
Under my skin
Hovering over
I avoid the places
That remind me
Yet still, your shadow’s behind me
Calls like a siren
It questions, it teases
It never gives reasons
Thoughts of you
Like I’m trying to
Put off
Starting over
I flip on a dime
Keep changing my mind
Won’t someone tell me, please?
How long does it take?
(How much longer can you take?)
Will I get better?
(How much more before you break?)
Now that I’m older
Does it get easier to get over?
Common wisdom from friends
You’ve got to get under
In order to start to get over again
But what should I do
If I fear that I just may be too sensitive?
I’m not built for this, dug too deep
To start over
I flip on a dime
But I can’t seem to find
My way to sweet release
I know it’s just time
But it’s taking all mine
Won’t someone tell me, please?
How long does it take?
(How much longer can you take?)
Will I get better?
(How much more before you break?)
Now that I’m older
Does it get easier to get over?
