1:29 AM & it still hurts

it’s been four months since that monday

four months since that monday

and i’ve never been a fan of mondays.

but the tears rolling down my face every night make it hard to believe

that it’s been four months since i’ve heard you say my name

it’s still hard to believe that it’s been four months 

because my heart still hurts like it was yesterday

and my hand still feels empty without yours in it.

and every monday 

i still wonder if curfew is the only thing that pulls her away from you each night,

i still wonder if you grab her waist and pull her back one last time

just like you used to when curfew made me leave.

it still hurts like it was yesterday

but i’ll keep telling everyone i’m over you.

i think i forgot the sound of your voice and that hurts more than anything

i keep looking over my shoulder 

because maybe if i turn around enough times 

you’ll be standing there

it will be november again

and i won’t be wondering about her

it will be november

and you’ll grab my hand

like yours was made to fit

because it was.

i’m over you.

i’m over you.

i hope they believe me and i hope someday monday doesn’t hurt so bad

i’m over you

and maybe someday i’ll believe it myself.