Memory is Cruel

Between the Lines

Sara Bareilles

Time to tell me the truth
To burden your mouth for what you say
No pieces of paper in the way

Cause I can’t continue pretending to choose
The opposite sides on which we fall
The “loving you later”‘s if at all
No right minds could wrong be this many times

My memory is cruel
I’m queen of attention to details
Defending intentions if he fails

Until now, he told me her name
It sounded familiar in a way
I could have sworn I’d heard him say it ten thousand times
If only I had been listening

Leave, unsaid, unspoken
Eyes wide shut, unopened
You and me
Always between the lines
Between the lines

I thought I was ready to bleed
That we’d move from the shadows on the wall
And stand in the center of it all

Too late, two choices: to stay or to leave
Mine was so easy to uncover
He’d already left with the other
So I’ve learned to listen through silence

Leave, unsaid, unspoken
Eyes wide shut, unopened

You and me always be

I tell myself all the words he surely meant to say
I’ll talk until the conversation doesn’t stay on
Wait for me, I’m almost ready
When he meant let go

Leave, unsaid, unspoken
Eyes wide shut, unopened
You and me
Always between the lines

For the first time, in a long time, I was shoved into spending a few moments on my own.  I intended to spend it by brooding over my life and analyzing myself.  It was a hard time.  And it felt so lonely.  But it was great to have a friend to talk to.  It was better to have him approach me first, actually.  Despite the fact that he lives thousands of miles away from me.  It felt good.  I felt wanted.  I woke up from my stupor for a while.

My memory is cruel

The queen of attention to details

Defending intentions if he fails

I don’t know what to say right now, I feel so lost and forgotten.

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