A lot of beautiful memories
A lot of hurtful things said
Sometimes I lie awake at night
With all the flashbacks I have to fight
So, pardon me if I look spaced out—
“How’s my mom doing?”
“Oh shoot, that assignment is due tomorrow!”
“Did I even eat today?”
“When’s that deposit due?”
“I wonder if he knows I’m still in love with him…”
I have 3 million thoughts going through my head
And I rarely get the chance to shout
