I know no more what hurts more,
An abandoned thread,
Abundant words,
Confident about diffidence,
Or constant differences of my different indifferent instances,
Highlighted every now and again,
Or
How you and I were just you and I,
And how I know I lost each time,
Your every accusation, felt like it were mine,
Afterall, they made it through six walls and four damned doors,
And that's how simply though
You and I couldn't be anymore.

I know no more, what hurts more,
Every now and again, every learning experience,
Or how confidently you walked away and I hid behind the very kitchen shade,
It's funny 'cause that's where it all started,
Just simple constant differences,
Different stories of same indifferent instances that were highlighted every now and again,
How you and I were just you and I,
Tally lines of persuasive the ends,
Now they each feel like just mine,
It's funny it hurts where your watch fell each time.

Over and over, your memory retreats,
I know no more if to you it comes to be,
But, I have seen a message pop by my stalled ship,
Under the moon, I see you are over the moon,
But that's not where it always begins,
Every now and again,
It's not that a message reminds me its you who I miss,
You know that's my bad bit, and I know you know better about what else is wrong with me,
You were simply so good at it,
But that's not where it always begins,
Every now and again,
It's not that a message that reminds me its you I miss,
Just everyday queries that drop a kiss on this tear stained wrist.

Every now and again, I know no more, what hurts more,
Every learning experience,
Or how confidently you walked away while I hid behind the kitchen shade,
It's funny cause that's where it all began,
There was always no room,
That's why may be the words hid under my lips,
Darling you and I, can we start again?
Rewrite every tally line of persuasive the ends,
But I reckon it might take more than this,
It needs time to soften each highlight that you probably truly meant,
I know no more why I am still stuck to the shore,
I can see myself, me in the mirror,
writing to you, over and over again,
Where your watch fell each time,
There, you'd probably write back, it's a futile said,
But I wish we were more than ties of north-south coast ends.

I known no more, what hurts me more,
An abandoned thread,
Your abundant words from past tense,
Confident about diffidence,
Or just simple constant differences,
Of my different indifferent instances,
Highlighted every now and again,
How you and I were just you and I,
A tally line with a persuasive the end.