Trying to wrap my head around
your mistakes
and why you did
what you did
but the answers aren't coming
and she keeps singing
"you know, we could be great"
but if i'm taking inventory
you were never a sanctuary
but *******, you were so sweet for a couple months
but i know myself
and i could wallow in the small moments of good
and have it all overlook
what hurt you have caused
and **** it
I don't want to love you anymore
I don't even think I do
it's just that nights are hard
and with idle time, comes an idle mind
but you just can't be what i think about anymore.