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