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Six months has been and I'm still sick of everything that makes you smile, |
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I've been here before, |
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I'm just hoping this will die down |
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But I've learned from experience |
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That love is a risk and I'm just hoping you're hearing this, |
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So maybe you'll know just how it feels to be sitting here, |
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Wide awake and far from dreaming |
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Don't tell me that I'll be fine |
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My broken bones are caving in, |
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I feel you crawl beneath my skin, |
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You went and fucked this up |
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'Cuz you couldn't keep your legs shut |
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And you'll find me burning bridges, |
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Searching for some sense of distance, |
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Tearing out post trauma stitches that held me together, |
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So far gone my mind is racing, |
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Back and forth I can't stop pacing, |
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Thinking where we could have been if you'd just braved the weather |
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Fuck his car and fuck his money, |
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He might pay for you but he's got nothing |
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I won't be in sight when you realize that |
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I might just have been a more stable support, |
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To the life that you'll build |
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When he cuts himself short |
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Don't tell me that I'll be fine |
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I'm so sick of hoping you're right |
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Take all I am, |
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Tear me into pieces, |
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Deconstruct my bones and tell me you still don't know who I am |
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You've got some nerve thinking we could be friends, |
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Well what did you expect...a fucking compliment? |
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So take what's left of me, |
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A broken fragment from before |
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I guess I'll try to be the best I can without you |
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I know I'll find myself along this beaten track, |
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I'll have to let you go |
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And let these ghosts stay in the past |
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I guess I'll be fine |
