Baby’s breath, morning glory

Somewhere in the back of this guitar track is a pen scratching
Yours
One of the last things you left before leaving entirely was the sound of making marks
I'm two days and three pages into trying to make sense of how
This couch was once ours
I make for the kitchen, but flowers i grew for you offer no solace
No scent, no clue as to where you went
And missing you framing hallway doors has made
A moat i can't afford to cross without first tossing lungs-fulls of smoke
To a balcony frozen, hoping haze might erase the space
You held open in me

It's so goddamn dramatic
But i still hear static where you once sang
This apartment is haunted with ghosts of those better days
Cold coffee
And baby breath taped to doorways

Remember when this band was bent on philosophic rambling
I have no answers now
Only hopes i'm sick of gambling

No matter where you go
Promise you'll forget about me
My walls and stupid stories
Short blooms like morning glories

Promise you'll forget about me
I can't imagine it's hard to
Just get high in your bathroom like i do

To forget that i ever loved you
To sleep without pulling blankets above you
To forget frogs and pumpkin patches
Your tattoos and mine in perfect crosshatch