If my bed wouldn't have turned cold,
I never would have known you'd gone.
Before the sun had risen, your car sped down the street,
away.
And I stayed.

And now Im only a little bit sad.
I gave in once again, to a love I thought you meant.

As I've done over and over again,
Ill wait for your text, your call.
And when you never do,
please know,
it wasn't me, but all you.