im in my bed
instead of yours
and theres no one to blame except your heart not feeling the same

all the things that you said
it felt like you meant
so i packed all my bags, took my broken heart back and i left

i woke up alone and not next to you
last night i said we were through

been months since i saw you that night in june
I’ve been trying not to miss you

we haven’t spoke since i went away
that night there was so much i didnt say
why wont you ever be the first one to break?
i pick up the phone, and type your name everyday

i don’t know if what i felt for you was love,

but it doesn’t really matter anymore.

you didn’t feel it,

so i’ll pretend i didn’t either.

i used to sit on the staircase and listen to the fighting, the yelling, the blaming

i used to pray that they could find happiness

so when they decided, i said to myself that it’s better this way

but suddenly my whole life was packed in boxes and i had two rooms in two different houses with two parents who fell out of love