This is the last piece of work that Im going to put pen to paper
This is the last time that I am going to bed with tears in my eyes

Blood is coming up from my throat
I've been coughing up all of the soot that sits in my stomach
In these poems I've said you many times thinking I was talking to someone else
I'm been playing myself

The only person I've been talking to is myself
This is not broken affairs
It's holding hands and blank stares

You said I'm sorry
And I think for once you meant it
Because for once I could see your tears
For once I felt something genuine in my heart
For once I think I caught a glimpse of you
There I go again
Talking to someone who isn't there

Remember that time that we walked through the field of flowers
And came out covered in petals and stings from bees that were just trying to pollinate
Oh wait I was alone that night

Remember that time we walked home from the restaurant because there was no gas in the car
It was a 2 and a half hour walk and I was alone then too

See there's a problem with you
Because every time that I think of you I find me
I don't want to anymore