Oh how I love our broken little talks
I almost want to mention the great proverbial elephant in the room that we aren't even in together
It's interesting how everything sort of fell apart like a house of cards with one single breath
You were supposed to be the light at the end of my tunnel, but you blew out the candle
And I'm walking down a street that just falls off of the earth
We've all wondered if heaven was real, but you were my heaven when I was with you, and every god was on our side so in the end,
It didn't have to be
And I would tell you again that it's going to be okay, but we both know I'm lying, so
If we're going to be sad, miserable people, can we at least go back to doing it together?
Stating the obvious back and forth isn't what we do because * we are best friends
We were *lovers
But all we have left are these broken little talks