i was never good at letting go
i have a pocket of what people call trash
but i can't bring myself to throw any out
i still love him
he may love me back one day
if that happens, i want to welcome him
with open arms and an open heart
it's wishful thinking
but my heart is hopeful like that
there have been countless of days
i thought i wouldn't think of him anymore
but when he shows up somewhere
on my phone, in the corner of my eye, right in front of me
my heart is wrecked
and i fall all over again
i tell my poor heart that he'll never love me
but she doesn't listen
maybe one day i can convince her
but tonight will just be one of those nights
when i think about being in his arms
