I still know all the words to “Cinema.”

And I still remember exactly how you did your makeup,

Which perplexed me because I did mine the exact opposite.

 

I still know all the words to Harry’s House, actually.

And I still remember how your enthusiasm was unmatched,

Which perplexed me because I am so insanely pessimistic.

 

I still know that I fucked up.

And I still know that you’re one of the greatest things that ever came into my life.

 

I know now that I am no better,

And that I am no worse

Than anyone else who abandoned you.

I just hope that it no longer hurts.