Love
Is a messy thing
And I had tried
To clean it up
But love
Isn't a simple thing
And simplifying it
F**ks it all up
Days to weeks of nothingness
So hollow, so see-through, I
Never got to say the only
Things I knew were true
Every day's just fading to
A gradient of blues
Maybe I just miss
The concept of you
Hate
Means so many things
Made me pull strings
I didn't know I owned
Hate
Is such a final thing
And the ending is
The only thing I'm owed
Weeks to months of nothingness
So hollow, so see-through, I
Never got to say the only
Things I knew were true
Every day's just fading to
A gradient of blues
Maybe I just miss
The concept of you
Is it real, or projection?
Just a dream I forced to bloom
Did I ever see your shape,
Or just the shadows in the room?
Was it me, or just my longing--
Staring back in cracked review?
Did I love you at all--
Or just the concept of you?
I wish I didn't miss
The concept of you
The concept of you
The concept
Of you
