No matter how often you told yourself not to get your hopes up. Who the fuck did you think you were kidding? Magic wand, party of one.
So it comes down to how to regain the balance you've carefully built up over all those years. No matter what you find to distract yourself, there's still that hole. Another decade's going to go by anyhow, what else do you have to do with your life?
Tuesday, 3 am
once again I'm wide awake
waiting for time to mend this part of me
that keeps on breaking
Newspapers I threw away
wash the dishes in the sink
3 am on Tuesday,
I have too much time to think
I could call out to Heaven
I could crawl down through Hell
Nothing can change the way things are
and nothing ever will
He thinks I can't hear him cry
and not pretend that I don't know
about all the 3 am's
he spends wrestling with your ghost
I hear him call out to Heaven
I watch him crawl down through Hell
He still can't get over you
I know he never will
Nothing he says can bring you back
He's got nothing left to show
but a pocket watch and a memory
of a kiss out in the snow
I hear him call out to Heaven
I watch him crawl down through Hell
He still can't get over you
I know he never will
I hear him call out to Heaven
I watch him crawl down through Hell
He still can't get over you
I know he never will
Ironically, I've walked that mile in your shoes, I know what's run through your mind all these years. All those secret "I wish" moments, I've been there.
If only I could muster up the courage to push that SEND button - there's so much I can't give you back in all that time, but there really is a lot I could share.
I'm tired of being a ghost. But I have no option but to respect your timetables, no matter what the cost. I certainly owe you that much at least.
Maybe next week?
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