I don’t know what to do 

My mind always misses you 

Sit around like its visual 

It’s cynical 

People are toxic

Turn around 

Hear a pop, quick!

I just sit and reminisce 

The smell I could never get enough of,

The ex you would always think of 

That weird thing we both called love 

I put you on a pedestal 

But I was used like a tool 

Made me a feel like a fool 

Time passes, it gets better

Then I remember wearing your sweater

Took everything I had 

But I still wanted you so bad 

Let go of my soul 

You keep having this hold 

But I am moving on

I’m starting a different song.

This time I’m not in the wrong.