One sentence i wish i said to she,
"there is no place i'd rather be",
but we have moved on like the 90's,
so i don't want to bother you, don't mind me,
as i rewind these memories like music
that plays on my iPod when i choose it,
for nights when i lose it, thanks again,
to a friend i have turned to my pen,
i pray my right hand will always be
able to write out what daily bothers me,
as long as i have that i know i can take
any mistake my dumb choices decide to make,
if only i could shake this feeling of displacement,
happiness with no one would be the replacement,
instead my basement is filled with words she
left me with that sounded absurd to me.