I told myself I'd never do it again
and yet I found myself in the airport at 5 AM
and I found you and we got ****** coffee and we waited

we waited and we flew and we drove
we laughed and cried and kissed
we drank and talked and ******

a little boy asked if I was your wife
and you said yes
and when you booked a taxi to the airport for me
you called me your girlfriend

how liberating it is to lose yourself in the fantasy of it all
but the loneliness hits eventually
and somewhere along the way
you found your conscience

somewhere along the way
you felt bad about the age difference
you felt bad for letting me give you permission
you felt bad but you did it still

I hate that I like you as a person
I hate that we did that
I hate that it didn't end terribly
I hate that I can't hate you