You look so lovely,
Ever since honey
You spilled a bit of cinnamon
But hey, it's alright
We sneak little bites when
The other is still looking
And laughing when the evidence is easy to find
I swear you were all for me moments ago
All that's left is remnants of what's unexplored
I hope I'm wrong
And it's not true that if we played our cards right
We could've been here
I could've been you
We could've had weekends,
the kind where we're sleeping
I'm sifting through our messages for where it went wrong
You left with no warning,
no trace in the morning
Storyline won't see the light,
now that you're gone
I swear you were all for me moments ago
But the only
part of you here is your ghost
I hope I'm wrong and it's not true that if you stuck around