you told me all these things about
how you used to have this hope
and a voice too soft to say goodbye
even when we last spoke

you told me all these things about
your dad being gone so much
and when you were begging him to stay
his decision didn't budge

I see how you are similar
I see it in your eyes
I see it in the way you spoke
and in those butterflies

you told me all these things about
how you couldn't stay
how you were such a hypocrite
and then you walked away