Mature Me
Mature Me
What did you expect I'd be doing honestly, with a hint of regret I admired your qualities
Now you're gone I do feel better cause nothing ever last forever
I'd like to forget her if that's alright
Instantly I reacted to your expression of shame wrongly
Applauded your stupidity and told you on
Unfaithfully I followed you and wished that I'd be strong
But I'd like to forget your if that's alright
Call me blind and call me bold
My Mother always warned me that these Witches are cold
The flowers you gifted me still sit in the vase on the table
They've started growing stuff and it's getting in my lungs
Never had I found such comfort in what I would never know
Thought I would escape your gaze by now, but you still infest my phone
So i'd like to forget you if that's alright
Call me blind and call me bold
My Mother always warned me that these Witches are cold
Writer/s: Orchards
