It looks from afar,
Or across this empty room to be exact
That you’re drowning in a pool of sorrow
Your desperation for subversion has worn thin
Since your lust for life got ****** straight into a black hole
Watching on as you have a crafty indoor smoke
You’ve got your feet up on the table
Basking in the daggers you’re receiving from the waitress
Make-up dripping down your face and your confused eyes buried in the floor
You couldn’t care less, in fact
It doesn’t look like you really care about anything anymore
Is it safe to say you’ve given up?

I can see you scrolling through your phone
Are you thinking about calling me? Or more likely
Submerging yourself in someone else’s make-believe news feed
Love, happiness, and greed
It’s all ******* but you can’t help soaking it up
If it helps fuel the validity to the previous night’s depravity
But I can’t fail to recognise
You’re so docile and I imagine, fragile to the touch
Maybe it’s ‘cause the butterflies that once fluttered have since died
And I’ll admit
Your deceit was almost impressive
So blissfully unaware of my presence
You didn’t once take your eyes off him
But I can still see myself, one day, going back for a girl like you
Slap bang in the middle of a midlife crises perhaps
Let’s call it 2042

Unfortunately
I miss the way you were with me
But I can’t think of a single thing I like about you now
You’ve made a fool of me one too many times
Combined with your incessant screaming
And your ****** up lies
That you blamed on my miscommunication
In a state of wild desperation
‘cause I caught you out
When I thought, stupidly
That you were mine