A painfully realistic story of a love that fell apart.
I walk up the street, the middle of June
And into the door, I'm greeted by you
I smile as I see you, and you pull me in tight
And ask if I'd do you the honor of staying the night.
Nights turned into weeks, and soon weeks into more
Of everyday me walking into your door
And after so long, we looked at the stars
And declared that your house was finally ours.
So month after month, we spent them together
The relationship only getting better and better
Until one night you came home, and I know you weren't sober
I remember so vivid, it was the start of October.
You sat me down on the corner of your bed
And you watched as my face turned from light pale to red.
Because I knew what was coming, so I stared at the floor
"I'm sorry, I just don't love you anymore."
And that very night, I slept on the ground
Stared at the wall, in my own tears I drowned
Got up at 3 a.m. and packed up my stuff,
And left you a note: "I thought I was enough."
The seasons have changed, and now it's December
As I walk up the street and can't help but remember
The feeling you gave me, god, its far too soon
I can't return to this place until the middle of June.
