You say I’ve been distant as of late
The truth is I’ve just been thinking
Maybe it is only fate
That all I have left is an inkling
Broken down into a million pieces
Slits up and down my body
Old love letters with wrinkled creases
Feels like I’ve shot by a hottie
Like I’ve been stabbed in the back
By the one I love the most
Shoved into a tiny shack
But now, in post
I know that it was all worth it.