You used to go on and on
About how I was always so **** cheerful in the mornings and I
Told you over and over again that it was only because
I was waking up next to you and that's
Proven to be true.

I was able to run away from this pain for so long but then
I blew out my knee and stopped running and
It caught up to me.

The fact that you have to ask
If I'm happy
Shows you don't get where I am
And that we've never been on the same page.
I don't know why I'm still here.

When did love
Cease to be enough?