Ehhhh, I’m not sure I really like this one but it’s halfway decent I think… (Ooh, also, I added audio recordings to some of my decent songs, [Trophies, Snake bite kiss, The last hurrah, Dreams] so go ahead and check those out. It gives a bit of context to the random words and chords.)
I remember reading something about how the human body completely replaces itself every seven years. That’s comforting somehow. I like the idea that seven years from now, I’ll be a completely new person, someone you don’t know at all. My hand will stop tingling from when you held it for the first time, and my shoulders will stop feeling the ghost of where you laid your arm, because in seven years, there won’t be a single inch of me that you’ll have touched. I won’t be the same me you knew, and so in seven years, we can pass each other on the streets as strangers, and I won’t have to pretend I don’t know the secrets we whispered in the dark, because they won’t be our secrets anymore. I’m 2,557 days away from being completely free of you. Let us end.