so he says

"let it go, girl"

he said to me

"skip formality. fall in love"

now i'm bruised as i lie here

because of him i have no fear

"i look into your eyes" 

he tells me

"babe, i can see your soul" 

"it's an old one"

is my reply

older than he'll ever know

"will you be there" he asks me

"every day when i come home?"

"forever and always" i say to him

"forever and always, my love"

"i'll treat you right" he used to say

"all i have are these knots and you"
those were just words and promises

i wish he'd follow through

"i won't ever let you drown" he says

"you just mean too much to me"

isn't that the way it's supposed to go

isn't that how it should be

"everything will be alright" 

he always said

"we'll be just fine, you and me

i got two jobs and i can pay the rent

we'll be fine"

his pictures are still on the wall

he's how i get by

his sweatshirts are the ones 

i wear to bed at night

but maybe

it's time to say "goodbye"