Remember me?
I’m that guy.
That guy you left.
That guy who cried.
Who spent so much time,
Living a lie.

I’m that guy,
Who allowed love to blind.

Lovers don’t always last.
A broken heart is nothing new.
But you packed your bags,
And flew the fucking coupe.

This new wench won’t last
She’s nothing but a fling
A perfect, happy girl
Corrupt by my own selfish needs.

So here I sit,
Thinking of better times.
Of girls with much less deceit,
And love with much less lies.

But it’s impossible to remember
And it’s impossible to think.

All I remember is,
I’m that guy.
I’m that guy.
I’m that guy.

cori graham