•run•
I'm writing on this water-stained page
to tell you how much I've missed you
since you've been away.
And I hope you know:
I wish I could have stayed.
But baby,
you never even met me halfway.
You've got a lot of nerve
to keep coming back;
things were going fine
as they were,
And then
Just like that -
you come running
and say you miss me, too.
**** you.
You must know
there's nothing I wouldn't do.
But honey,
you're no good for me,
you never were;
I guess we jumped the gun.
I'm better than what we've done -
And now it's my turn
to run.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
•run•
I'm writing on this water-stained page
to tell you how much I've missed you
since you've been away.
And I hope you know:
I wish I could have stayed.
But baby,
you never even met me halfway.
You've got a lot of nerve
to keep coming back;
things were going fine
as they were,
And then
Just like that -
you come running
and say you miss me, too.
**** you.
You must know
there's nothing I wouldn't do.
But honey,
you're no good for me,
you never were;
I guess we jumped the gun.
I'm better than what we've done -
And now it's my turn
to run.
