There it goes,
It's not mine anymore.
I made a mistake, that part is true,
but you grabbed hold of it and shook the life out of it.
Honestly, it wasn't even that fun while it lasted, mostly
it was exhausting. I haven't yet decided
if I let this happen or if you made it happen.

But really either way, I
don't care. So what, dumb things happen all the time.
No one was complaining before.
In fact,
they will all already be there. So it'll just be the four of us, miserable.

Remaining is the question,
do you suffer, or do I?