MY MISTAKE

I think it's the unknown that hurts the most

It's the message that you never sent that haunts me like a ghost

And I stare at my ceiling, wishing you would leave my dreams

But you still hold me

Just when I'm wrapped in my bedsheets

It's the in-between in our conversation that makes me bite my tongue

And I think back to that first text, saying "Hey where are you from?"

And I ask my best friend, why can't he leave me be

I'm staying strong but moving on is not where I should be

I wanna be in love