Youth of Me

Perfect on paper I tick boxes and you appear This should feel right I should see the light But even when you're here I see the dark and I fear For your heart and I forget mine That doesn't beat for our times Venomous words of immaturity Scathing dismissals, no pity You say I had you at your best But I cared less and less Years of our trying Without the pretty lying, You still want to stay Leaving should almost be easy After I found courage And you, some acceptance We find ourselves With memories on dusty shelves