Tag: letting-go

Mostly Blue.

Red, white, but mostly, just blue.

Heartbroken in Texas, trying to get over you.

Red, white, but mostly, just blue.

Heartbroken in Texas, Heartache Avenue.

Red, white, but mostly, just blue.

Heartbroken in Texas, Heartache’s new fool.

–S.

Bigger in Texas.

Everything’s bigger in Texas,

that’s what they say.

Even though we were reckless,

I still think about you today.

You never answered my message,

I threw away your necklace,

everything’s still bigger in Texas,

like getting over you.

–S.

Nostalgia Avenue.

If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,

know that I still think about you, I do.

If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,

know that I still dream about you, I do.

If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,

know that I’m still on you, like tattoos.

still like sky and ocean, blue on blue.

–S.

Small City.

Millions of people but the city feels too small for us both.

I drive up the coast,

and try to get lost in the country,

I’m looking for the place where you might still love me.

I ask for directions,

I even buy a map.

At a rest stop in Texas,

it hits me,

it’s a wrap,

and that’s that.

–S.

True Love.

Is it true, love?

There’s someone new, love.

I’ve been thinking about you, love.

I was still thinking it was you, love.

I still want to talk to only you, love.

Is she picking something blue, love?

Does she perform on cue, love?

Does everything still feel new, love?

You never left my view, love.

I’m sitting in the pew, love.

Praying you weren’t through, love.

There’s nothing left to do, love.

I guess it’s true, love.

It’s true love.

–S.

Don’t let go of my hand.

Hang on.

Don’t let go.

I need a little time.

I’ve been going a little slow.

Don’t leave me by my lonesome.

It’s summer, but I’m feeling frozen.

I don’t know how to handle any of these emotions.

–S.

Too Deep.

I was always too deep for a love so shallow.

I was always too deep for a person so hollow.

I was always too deep for you to swallow.

I’ll still be too deep for you tomorrow,

and you’ll always be the boy filled with nothing but sorrow.

–S.