The End of Something
It was a long drive
You had begged me to stay
But I had changed my mind
I couldn't comfort you anymore
It was the last time we spoke
You'd asked me to read you Hemingway
You asked what it meant
I said "love, it wasn't fun any more."
Then we realized it was about us and no more words came out of our mouths
Sometimes it's better to let go of the nights you can never get back
Most times it's best to say no to a need to reinvent the past
And now I know the heart doesn't need it only wants love. it only needs air