“How to Let You In” It's been a year, Till you opened the idea of futures. How I was meant to meld with you. Pretend it didn't hurt all over again. We walked through capsuled memories, With my hand gripping the mournful truth. That person I was, existed no more than the house on Wallace Street. The air was crisp, And the sun did set. It was like all those years ago, When birthday wishes didn't hold up, And the thought of you burdened my mind. Four years later, Somehow I haven't learned to give up. That the way you unsettle my life, Tilts my ear to care, Even knowing it still hurts.