but I'm forced to be the one that got away
because I’m excellent at inviting lust
but horrible at convincing love to stay
So I nailed down a sign, to the front of my door
I was born to be a lover, but I do not want to love anymore
Call it a coping skill or a horrible price to pay
Born to be a lover, forced to be the one who got away
So, I got away
Lonely and alone, I slowly started to feel like I could become my own home
Eventually the sign became a wall
Stairs grew from the door
I don’t wanna be the one who got away anymore
No door to knock on
The wall became a room
And I started to challenge the fact that I only know what I assume
I was born to be a lover, that much I know
I don’t want to be the one who always has to go
So I don’t, I stay
A roof and a cat
A sink, an open window
I always thought a lover would need to do that
One door five
three windows four
Maybe I dont have to be the one who got away anymore
Stained glass windows
A table made for two
I was born to be a lover
But I think I forgot
A lover to who
And there’s one person really
Who I could never leave
Even if I wanted to
Even if I didn’t believe
Two stories five
A balcony with a view
A loud boombox playing songs I forgot I already knew
Born to be a lover , chosen to be the one to stay
When there’s a knock on the door
He can wait anyway
Credit- @diaryofaromantica on Instagram
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