It was supposed to be you-- I'll admit it.
I just knew we’d be through,
Once we were lit.
But we went out like a fuse.
All the music that we played while we were stuck in our rooms
had us thinking that somehow the future made room for two.
I wasn't the most astute, guess all I knew was from books.
But I reckon every second
that I didn’t need you
became a weapon I feel blessed with.
I'm so glad that we’re through.
No resentment, I'm corrected.
Told depression, "F*ck you."
Sometimes you have to play yourself in order to find your tune.
Once I met the consequences, I knew what I could pursue.
Our beginning was an end to everything I once knew.
Now I'm swimming by the edge;
it’s time I bid you adieu.
I'm no longer confused, I bit the forbidden fruit.
Had to look in the mirror so I could str.a.p on my boots.