Raindrops on my window

"Out of luck and out of tune
Half a day and I'm confused
Love may wash away the bruise
But I still ain't over you"

It's not so easy to say I don't care, but then again I've never been much of a good liar. The words stick to my tongue like slow moving molasses, refusing to come off quickly enough to sound convincing.

They don't believe me. Heck, I don't even believe myself.

So what? I've been lying to everyone. To myself. To you, about you.

Want to finally hear the truth?

There's a pressing hole in my chest and the ragged, bleeding gap is shaped like you.