Late Nights

I'm starting to remember why I left the first time.
The nights I was up way past when I wanted to be.
The empty promises
The tears. Oh, god, the tears.
It was all the times your stories didn't add up.
All the girls I saw you with, and they were gorgeous, I wouldn't blame you.
The blaming myself.
The arguments.
I'm starting to remember why I left the first time, and maybe I'm being ridiculous. Maybe I'm looking for a way out because I can't commit to a shirt so how could I commit to a person? Maybe I'm scared and I need reassurance.
Or maybe I'm completely rational. Because a thousand miles strains things.
Especially when we're back tracking now.
I'm starting to remember why I left the first time, and I'm starting to wonder if I want to do it again.
But I think it'll cause more pain than happiness, but I'm too scared to find out.
Because I love you so very much.
But I don't know where this is going...