This desk is covered in pens, pencil and papers,
No combination of words that bled from these could save her,
Yet i’m still here and try after all these years,
This old imagination is bliss where I can touch her and I swear can feel her kiss,
She is my muse yet the song says live and let go,
It was my fault last time, & the hurt is mine now,
Just as I concede your memory, you pop up and captivate me,
My heart, my thoughts & tears in my eyes, see?
The lights too bright in here & my fancy floor is deathly cold,
The song says Live and Let Go,
Yet I feel Fuckin Sold.