Monuments

I thought I'd write to you and let you know that I'm still dramatic and sixteen
I thought I'd call you and tell you that I'm still miserable without you
I thought I could find you at the bottom of a plastic cup
But like we both knew, nothing ever helps the swelling inside our chests
There's nothing left
Now we visit our love like a long, lost monument; forever forgotten

Part of me won't finish this story
I'm holding on but you won't hold on for me
Face down, complacent eyes
Finding a place to die

I'm not who I was, and I think I'm proud of that
But, in a few more months, will I still say the same thing?
When I'm at my worst, you seem to be at your best
And I can't put this into words, but I'm so glad you never wrote back



Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Stutsman
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