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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

What can you do when your good isn’t good enough?

Relapse. The time he’s been away has given me the room to get nostalgic for past loves. And then there’s the other one. Something about it still messes me up. Makes my head sick. I will drown in my own tears before I let it go. Tonight my chest is raw and my heart has got one foot in the door. I’ve done it all before. Lie here like a corpse in a bed full of lost memories and a head full of all the songs. More of an obligation than something easily forgotten.