Let go of me at my weakest time
And you let me fall down a well that you dug for me
As long as I drowned, the tips of my fingers
Never left the light, peering blind
Feeling around, abandoned ground
Here, I'll pull myself out
And look at me, I'm a mess
And I want to remember this?
Soaked in love notes forever
Days and says of splitting skin trying to get out
But sealing the memory with peach little snails forever on my arm
And I saved every ounce of it, I thought
Loved every second of it
Out and alone, forgotten
Oh, I'm a mess
And I soaked and captured every sweet drop of my sadness
Did I want to remember this?