We don't talk anymore
you wished I was honest
I sit by the door
every night
with a baseball bat

It took us
a shock and a ******* bullet
between your ribs
for me to care again, for you to forgive

Where did we go wrong anyway?
for us to drift
so far
the grand canyon between
my heart
and your wound
between flesh and
blood

This is not who we are -
we used to be
Sunday morning OJ
pancakes for dinner
football on Tuesdays
type of love
I need you back
don't die on me
don't-