Don’t tell me that it’s better off in the long run
That this will do us good
When I’m stuck living in yesterday
And you’re spending my tomorrow
with somebody new.

Sorrow isn’t a goodbye
It isn’t forgotten dreams shared over cups of bitter coffee
Sorrow is having love walk away
And realising it’s taking with it your best friend.

What of all those plans
Left out in the sun to dry
Old tarnished remnants, of how it used to be
Standing like monuments
Chiseled by the winds of time, until nothing remains.

That’s you riding shotgun beside the victor
Sparing a melancholic glance at me through the rear view window
I’ll wipe my face but you won’t see
These tears that stain
So as rivulets of black carve canals down my cheeks
Don’t you dare tell me that it’s better in the long run.