my best friend would say
that I’m crazy for wanting you back.
most of the time, I try to convince myself
that it’s just the nostalgia talking,
but four o clock in the morning
is when the secrets come out.

I’m not sure what the future has in store.
all I know is that I don’t want
anything to do with you anymore.

Recently I've been thinking
That I don't fit into your life
And I thought that this was because
I was like a piece from a different puzzle
Trying to force its way into an empty space
But now I'm thinking
Maybe the reason I don't fit
Is because you haven't made room
Like I'm waiting outside the doorway
Hoping that you'll take a step to the side
That you might welcome me in
But instead you've been standing in the entrance
Blocking my path
Now I just need to decide who closes the door
Will I wait for you to do it
Or will I take control of the situation
So maybe I can leave this with some of my dignity

no matter what happened,
you loved wildly with
your whole heart, and
that’s a commendable thing.

at the time, you made my world
a little bit brighter, and for that,
I'm forever thankful.
things are different now,
but perhaps we're both better for it.

you deserve someone who will
wake up earlier than you do
to make your morning coffee.
well, I was never a morning person,
and you wouldn’t have to ask her twice.