2.10 I Think I’m Done Writing About You After This Ian McConnell

I can’t remember quite what you look like
I realized on my therapist’s couch
I don’t remember where your tattoos were
I’m shaky on the shape of your mouth

I used to know your curves and your details
Your taste, your touch, your scent and your sound
But tryna pull em out of my memory’s
Getting a little difficult now

I thought I’d be sad about you forever
Now I can barely stitch your memory together
I wanted to get over you for so long that
I didn’t think one day I’d really move on

I’m doing well, I’m reading more books now
Got good rеlationships with my friends
I fell in love, and if I’m quitе honest
I didn’t think that’d happen again

I’m working less, I’m managing stress
And I told my parents I don’t believe
And I still sing the songs that I wrote you
But sometimes I forget what they mean

I thought I’d be sad about you forever
Now I can barely stitch your memory together
I wanted to get over you for so long that
I didn’t think one day I’d really move on