I’ve lost too many times to see the good in goodbye, I’ve given myself to a blue eyed ruthless July. This is just a skipping record, you’re just another scar, I’ll be the voice unheard, you can bottle up my memories and throw them to the stars.
I hear you’ve found yourself a new hand to hold. I saw your old friends last week, I didn’t even ask how you were, cause I already knew and you’re not my anything anymore.
Now you’re free, and I swear I’m doing alright. Just tell me, do you miss me? Does your pride keep you warm at night? Do you ever wanna call, cause it’s the same old number, you can come home anytime at all.
Alabama will never be the same, I’ll never get over the sting of your name on someone else’s lips. You’re all sharp angles and jagged hips and lies cut down to a crisp, you’re everything I miss.
The smell of your skin lingers on my pillow, wasn’t I yours just a night ago? There’s a shirt on the floor and it’s just your size, how come no one tells you every hello ends with a goodbye?
I'm Miranda. I love Taylor Alison Swift, Panic! at the Disco and Juliet Simms a lot more than I should. I write, and I write obnoxiously, so if you want to know more, read my about me.