some things don't change
my nightly pain
you never came
here i wait

bed unmade
woke up late
midnight games
rotting my brain

i used to think and feel and know
now all i do is lay and loathe
at 3 am alone and cold
fantasies of my favorite ghost

am i the only one that hopes
do you understand how deep this goes
can you feel the pressure when i get close
when you're stepping over the pile of our clothes

and when you're closing the door do you turn back around
or do you just keep fleeing without making a sound
it's a little too late to spare me now
just stay in the safe space and placate my doubts

and try to leave again once i'm finally out
don't try to make it better by hanging around
you just make it worse when you won't put me down
if you don't care then don't care and get out of my house

i don't need any more false hope