Testo Tremors

The tremors never wait til I feel ready,
they flood my brain with photographs of you.
The waves of memories they are unending
and spawn from the scent of your perfume I've found on someone new.

Every night I drive my car and scream my sadness to the sea,
but its not phased it will, stir for days and days long after me.
Maybe next year I'll learn how to fight it,
for now these fits of loneliness will do.
Where I'm blinded by the past so I forget what I have
and follow your reflection as it mocks me round the room.

I took the long way down
so I could pass by your house
and see if you were gone and your light wasn't on
so I parked three houses down.
And I waited
for you to say to me,
that after all this time I wasn't the one you chose to want.

I have never found where I belong.