The Habit

Givin' up the habit
Now that you’re gone
It’s like magic
I can just reach out and grab it
All the things that I want
Everything
Maybe if you cried once or twice
Things would be much different
But they’re not
And now it’s over
I’m no longer your thing on a string
Crimson clover
Memories of you in October
I can hardly think it over
It makes no sense at all
I can see it in your smile
You’ve been hiding in the pile
Of emotion that she left you
Don’t you know that we’re one in the same
Maybe if she tried once or twic
Things would be much different
But thy’re not and now it’s over
You’re no longer her thing on a string