Frayed & Torn from outpost by Semblants

I no longer wear your photo, my jeans can't stand the strain
Pockets frayed and torn, I never should've kept the frame
But I don't regret devotion, though I cringe sometimes to think
Of words though not quite juvenile, that were sometimes on the brink
It's years since I last felt your touch, days since I last tried
To kill the urge to reminisce on tears we never cried
You took the best I had to give, but couldn't face the rest
Took the package on approval, but it just didn't pass the test
And I wish to God you'd told me our future numbered days
That however deep your feelings, I was always just a phase
(And it's years...)
I can't stand losing you, but losing you seems to be what I do best
I can't stand losing you, but now it's all that's left
The years go by on another day of nothing really much
I like to think that come what may, I need the human touch
I've been spending time in mourning a love that never died
Because it never really started and we never really tried
I could've set my hopes directly, on a scale from one to ten
To somewhere near zero and never bothered you again

• Rock
• guitars
• indie
• pop rock
• vocals
• Oxford