Maybe I fell in love with the long nights and excitement.
The times we had getting high.
The stains on my shirts and the smell of you after you smoked your 5th ciggerette.
The smile you gave me when I was talking dumb, and the way you didn’t tell me I was.
The toleration we had for each other and the way we thought.
But it was like our life was on pause.
Everyday was the same, And maybe that’s not always so good.
I’ve grown out of all of this.
And what used to make me sing now makes me wonder if I ever loved you at all.