My happiness depends on my ability to overcome jealousy. To be happy would mean to let my guard down. Which is a price I am not willing to pay.
He makes me forget you. Which is incredibly scary but somehow comforting at the same time
Time makes you forget, more then just the simple regrets.
But the things you once had that are hard to find.
Something about you and me, and that old hotel.
"They say that if you slow your breathing… time slows down".
“Oh I wonder, how I could have fallen
Oh I wonder, how the morning seems to come in
and take away the spark, for the night is over.
It takes away the future, the past are for lovers,
All I wonder, why I still felt the same when you went away
The night never left our love by day.”