I thought I could forget you,
If I really, really tried,
I could pretend that I had gone,
I thought I could pretend.
There was nothing I wouldn’t do,

There is shattered glass on the fl
There is pottery in my soul, broke
There are acid stains at the top o
There are pieces of dreams, writte
I have no words for your embrace,

I lay pressed against my window ev
That’s the closest I’ll get to yo
And I search for the light in the
I exist for a movement to know you
It seems life is a Fitzgerald nov

He’s so smooth; soft and stupid, 
He’s sardonic, with sadness in his
I find that he isn’t beautiful— 
(Although he’s perfect inside and
That I don’t find him appealing, 

You are my universe,
Because you understand
My space—
You comprehend my spin,
The way I revolve.