you don’t come around here anymore.

I wrote this song back in October. Or maybe November. And I was too embarrassed to show it then, because I didn’t want people to know that I wasn’t loved anymore.

I was still working really hard at pretending like things were good. My face would hurt from the way I’d arrange my features, thinking if I looked loved then maybe it would translate into reality.

I remember writing this and thinking in my head, You don’t know for sure that he doesn’t love you. I mean he hasn’t said it yet.

And no, I suppose he hadn’t. Not in so many words, anyway. But I knew it, I guess. I mean, I wrote this song. So I must have known something. And this was before I knew the whole and terrible truth of the matter.

But still, it’s hard to pretend at love, I think. Eventually it shows. And eventually you write a song about the way that it shows.

And so here it is.