Mellodramatic teen poetry that has nothing to do with blackout

You told me the only reason you wear a seat belt is cause of me 

But now I think you wear it out of habit 

You know I've never became a habit before

Coach says best way to form a habit is to do  somthing 10,000 times correct 

We did that

I have 10,000 different places in my mind that are filled with memories that maybe weren't so correct but all of you

All With a blurred scenery spinning fast in the background 

The Background used to be crisp like black 

But then it went white 

Now it's just at grey 

And the habit creeps back in occasionally 

It's so easy to fall back into it

But climbing out sucks so I decided to installed an elevator because I knew it would keep happening 

Your the reason for the tears 

But I also blame the salt in the water 

Cause I didn't want salt in my eyes

It just burned them

I'm over you. 

But it sucked getting here, so thanks. 

And remenber to buckle up please.