it's been a year since you last wrote;
and the ***** still burns in the back of my throat

i told myself i wouldn't make the same mistake again
but here i am, laying on the cold bathroom floor,
gasping for the breath i lost when you gave up on me.

a second chance never tasted so sweet;
i swear i felt my soul ache inside

i wanted to make things right
but these heavy hands waste more ink on skin than any paper

i told you i loved you.
you threw my words back into my face and shouted "lies"
so loudly it knocked my teeth out

i swore i'd make things right again
but you don't love me anymore
and honestly, no one counts past two these days

i will never understand
why the pain returns in waves
as merciless as the sea