Its been monthes, perhaps even a year. Seemingly its only been days, perhaps even minutes. I should be used to it.
Its been weeks, days have gone by. Why am I still counting?
The memories linger, thoughts remain. Losing you in a bottle of tequila only to find you in the bottom of my glass.
Oh I could move on, I could forget about you. I could do alot. But upon you leaving, you took somthing I didnt even know existed. So until I get it back, I refuse to forget.. despite what all the could-do's tell me to do.
