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Brooke Butler

In The Center

 

In The Center


Ohhh
Ohhh
Ohhhhh

My apartment
Is a wonderland of solo cups
Half full of "I love you"
Half empty of "soon you'll be lost"

I'm under the covers
'Cause somebody puked in my bathroom
And there's so much that's left to do but I can't get up

I can smell you on my pillow
I can hold you in my head
Think of all the highs in the midst of lows I replay the things you said
I know it's all part of grieving
Haven't even lost you yet
It's the knowing soon that I'll be staring at an empty side of bed

My apartment
Is a graveyard of memories
Your ghost haunts everything I see
A romance to horror movie

Turn on the TV
And my mind runs to thoughts of you
A self made film critique
Arrogant slightly
But mostly you're just cute

I can smell you on my pillow
I can hold you in my head
Think of all the highs in the midst of lows I replay the things you said
I know it's all part of grieving
Haven't even lost you yet
It's the knowing soon that I'll be staring at an empty side of bed

And I feel selfish, guilty
For making this about me
Turn up my expectations high
Just for anxiety
Regardless of what happens, for now our cup's half full
And you're right with me on my pillow
As I hold you, kiss your head
Knowing how lucky that we are to be two lovers in an eye locked trance

So I sit in my apartment
With a solo cup in hand
Wondering if I should throw it out or fill up the other half

I set it aside and decide I'll take a nap
So I hide under the covers

In the center of the bed

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