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september stories - unopened letter lyrics

and dear love
this is the fifth time that i’ve written you today
or maybe the sixth, after three they tend to all start to blend together
but regardless of the number, the meaning still remains
the ink that i’ve split onto this sheet is stained with the guilt you carried
from the first week of knowing you
even those first few words that you uttered out of that entrancing mouth of yours
i took too far to heart
but the realization that they had steadily become rotten was far more withstand-able
no… convincing myself that what i took for real was just a twisted illusion
and that your words could be held with some sense of meaning…
was far easier to withstand
you see, i just wanted to act like i had a perfect life, like we were perfect, like nothing else in the world could be anymore perfect
but i guess i’ll never get that

and maybe it was my illusion of perfection
or how that word was engraved into my brain every time you’d look at me with that relentless stare
that haunting, creeping stare that i so loathed
but i didn’t loathe it enough to not let it ensnare me
though i knew of the branches’ thorns
i let it wrap itself around me
drawing blood with every inch that it covered
with every limb that it captured and claimed its own
i let it creep and crawl its way around me
until i had nothing left to call my own
which made the cutting of the branches that much harder
pieces of me trapped between the thorns
tearing apart and leaving the hollow being that i like to call a body
’cause that’s all that was left
it’s like the lights were on and the water was running
but i couldn’t have been any further gone
scarred, scr-ped, and just remnants of what i once was
left to rot and wither as the branches claimed what they thought rightfully theirs
moving on to the next with no less sympathy than the last
for months i tried to hate, tried to resent, tried to forget

and i know that you’re the last person that i should want to see, but it’s just not that way to me
because every time i look at the scars you left covering the undersides of my arms
i only see the beauty that once was
i only see the times that we enjoyed, not the times that we regret
the times you left me starstruck and teary-eyed and not broken and alone
please god, i just wish you had poured meaning in the word we call “love”
made it more than a word, at least that’s how it was to me
’cause even after i’ve picked out every last thorn that’s dug itself neck deep into my skin
i can’t toss them into the flames like every photo from when i once knew you
because the pain, it reminds me

i wish i’d known what you had wanted
wanted all along
thought you wanted me, my heart on my sleeve
i had thought wrong

i wish i knew

- september stories lyrics

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