Sleeping Alone

I still remember the way we used to be,
We both wanted each other, and we would talk about it all day.
Good morning texts and talking until we both fell asleep.

Now I’m feeling you forget me like I used to feel your T-shirt when we laid on your couch.
I still have your hoodie, and I can’t help but smell axe and cigarette smoke in it when I wear it.
I don’t want you to leave, but you will anyway.
I hope that the old pictures on your fridge remind you of me,
And make you come back.





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