Junk

Tell me stories of long ago.
Tell me something new.
And then tell me over and over again.
Tell me they've forgotten me.
Tell me he'll never remember the secrets of my heart.
Tell me he gave up and moved on.
Tell me she'll come back around.
Tell me she's gone for good.
Tell me you're the one who's come to save me.
Tell me you know me.

Tell me everything's going to be alright, even if it's not. Just tell me.

"She gave up and flew
away into the sea. I
wish she would have stayed."