2:30am

I could’ve complained a little less

I could’ve ignored the giant mess

We were and pretended there was something left

To save, I guess.

And maybe you would’ve stayed.

Maybe I could’ve told you I didn’t care

How much I hurt, and pretended it was fair.

If I hadn’t left, if I’d just stayed there

Maybe then I’d still be playing with your hair

While you sleep, cause I’d still be in your bed,

And in your head.

Cause you’re still in mine.

Sometimes when I drink a little too much,

I miss the way it felt to touch you,

And the way it felt to clutch your hand

In mine.

And those same hands now hold my phone,

Thumb hovering over your number.

I wonder how you remember us.

Was I a mistake?

'Cause I tell myself it was all fake

So that it doesn’t keep me awake at night

But it still just aches.

Were we just not a good match?

Cause if you fell, I was waiting to catch you.

Spent my free time sewing patches over the mistakes we made,

And I guess I got too attached to notice

The fabric just didn’t match.

I felt like we were happy together.

We made each other better,

And I still want to be wherever

You are, and I’m worried that’ll never change.

Because the more time that goes by,

The more I regret saying goodbye.

Can’t we just talk, call it a tie?

Give this whole thing another try?

If I send this text will you even reply?

Cause I’m really sick of crying over you.

And I just wanna know if you miss me too.