I've muddled up my senses and
there's a puddle in my heart.
I've heard that laughter is the best medicine
but I wouldn't know where to start.

I could write a hundred words
and still you'd never really know;
the tears I cried when
I knew it was the right time
for me
to let you go.

A fearless mind with painful eyes;
late night goodbyes with cherry wine,
from sunny highs to crying raindrop cries.
We had maybe too much time.

Deep and dark and sensitive;
it wasn't what it was meant to be.
We all know what it meant to me and
teenage hearts will always take themselves
too seriously.