you
you
you
Monday, wasn't it?
No. No, it wasn't Monday.
Thursday.
It's one of those days I can't remember.
Just remember it was the day I packed the bags.
The day I took you on that journey in the car.
It was that day.
It was that day that I said to myself,
hello, I know you're only going to be away a while.
I'm trying to hold myself together, but I don't know what the fucking site is.
I know.
I shouldn't have said that I loved you then.
But I didn't.
What kind of saint does that make me now?
What kind of saint makes me now?
What kind of saint makes me now?
