Coheed & Cambria

I still think about it, and I do not know why.  I live in this world.  Time and time again. I talked to you. I carried on an interesting conversation all day, every single day. Sometimes they were even too long for the day, and they would carry on flawlessly into the next.  Why was I so happy?  How did I miss that you weren’t?

I promise that I don’t want to think about you.  I don’t want to miss you, or need you, or even resent you.  I just want you to disappear from my memories.  I just want to be as happy as I was.

I fear that I am a little messed up from this.  I fear that I will be scared with the next one.  Less trusting.  I am the type of person where when I fall, I fall hard.  I fear I will try to catch myself when I don’t even need to be caught.  When there is something already there to ease my way.

“Am I more than you bargained for yet?” 

I’m the joke—I’m the bastard.