I guess you could say it's a good thing i erased your pictures from my phone.
even though i pretend to look at them every now and again.
and i pilled all the thingd of "us" in a corner
so i could watch the dust bunnies and spiders web's keep track of time.
i took all your shirts i used to wear to bed and hid them in a corner of a dark drawer.
Even though i pull it open every so often.
i could say it's a good thing that i folded your poems and put them in a book on my shelf
even if it is my favorite book.
And i took the jewlery you put on me and stashed them in a little box
even though i put it on before deciding maybe not.
yeah, i could say it's a good thing, but i'm really just leaving pieces of you around to find.
i'm keeping you around so i don't have to forget even if i think i want to.
i left you like dust in the wind,
but what beautiful and sad dust you made
i lost my direction on the way out.
and i guess you could say it's a good thing that i chose a path unknown
even if it was just to cover my bleeding heart
i know our clock timed out,
so you could say it's a good thing i left you behind
although i can't let go of the pieces.
but yeah, it's probably a good thing
to have loved and lost
even though i still miss your face like hell.