"To be wanted" is more than I can
Figuratively scream within stanzas
Shorter than the attention I receive,
Equivalent to the amount times
You silenced my regret,
Yet longer than the excuses on your lips.

In fact, I think I can still taste
The last one you left
Residing on the tip of my tongue,
Too fragile to escape.
Too nervous to change what's become
Expected from a boy with expectations
Sky high.

So let it fall.
Let it fly.
Let it sing a final goodbye
Because if love feels like a tongue
Withering away with words it can't
bring itself to speak,
And a heart emptier than your last apology,
Keep your words to yourself.