It was the first time
in a long time
that I could find the courage
not to want to call you
and say the things that I wrote on the pages
that I burned when you walked away.

And broken memories,
like broken LPs
keep on repeating the same note
in the wrong key
and tell the stories
of the bruises that we gave
with words we were too young to understand.

When you kissed me
so softly
the only witness in the room
was the song on my stereo.

And you told me
that you loved me
I should have known you
were only singing along
to the song
and the words meant nothing
and were left in the air
to decay
and ferment
for the hangover I got this morning.

It was the first time
in a long time
I didn't see myself
as the guy who lost you
or the boy who you left crying
since the day that
you shed me like a cheap suit.

And pithy sentiment
for all the days we spent
are the reminders
of the scars that won't let us forget
all of the promises we broke
one by one as if we never even gave a damn.

When you kissed me
so softly
the only witness in the room
was the song on my stereo.

And you told me
that you loved me
I should have known you
were only singing along
to the song
and the words meant nothing
and were left in the air
to decay
and ferment
for the hangover I got this morning.