People always say they are going to be better We’re going to make them regret it We were the ones who were right And that our lives will be better without them
But the pain is paralyzing We don’t get up We don’t do the things we told ourselves we would do We bathe in our sadness
In the dark, illuminated by a screen We watch them live a life that we don’t want to admit Is better than the life we gave them and better than the one we currently live
I told myself I’d be better I told myself I’d have fun I wanted to show her what she was missing out on That she was in the wrong
But as I cope by swiping on a screen Drawing out the pain with meaninglessness and failing I have to admit She got the better end of the deal I needed her more than she needed me