I still haven't gone back to the place where you left me alone
The place where you buried the remains of poppies
I almost drop to my knees
I almost clasp my hands to talk, almost offer up my cheek
To take one more hit from you
Your side of the story's kept me on the edge ever since
My voice cracks when I say your name
I still haven't watered the flower you left me in the garden
They all started to dry up since you're not here
It nearly hurts more that you won't stop thinking of me if you think of me so badly
Your hands let me go with the force of someone who wants to stop being
Your side of the story's kept me on the edge ever since
My voice cracks when I say your name
Your side of the story leaves me on the edge