Lyrics

The Muscle Memory of My Broken Heart
  
 I’ve made my brain
 stop thinking about you.
 And I’ve made my arms
 hold somebody new.
 And I’ve made my peace
 with living without you.
 But mending this heart of mine
 I can’t seem to do.
Sometimes when I’m
in familiar places
like your favorite restaurant
or out at the park,
I realize
that I’ve activated
the muscle memory
of my broken heart.
You’re like a ghost
that continues to haunt me
after your body’s
been put in the ground.
You made it plain
That you didn’t want me
so why is your memory
still hanging around?
Sometimes a hole
only gets bigger,
and sometimes a storm cloud
always stays dark.
I never know
what’s gonna trigger
the muscle memory
of my broken heart.
Written by: Tim O'Connell
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