what's true

should i decide it's true
that you would leave if given half the chance to go and
i'd be left here on my own
to find myself in bed
wishing everything that changed would be the same

the room still looks like you
it's a mess and all the pictures on the shelf are
dusted off by someone else
to keep me company
i haven't told her that your thought still lingers on

everyday's another chance to bury my regret
everyday's another chance to make it but i can't
but i can't

i saw you on my phone
on a contact list that isn't up to date
would have changed it with more time
that i require to
rid my mind of all the freckles on your face

-william fitzsimmons, it's not true