That song comes on
that one we danced to
and I can't stand it.
It makes my eyes water.
It makes my heart clench.
It makes my stomach sick.
And it plays on and on and on
even after I change the station.
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
It leaves a sourness in my gut.
It leaves a sorrow in my heart.
Why didn't we work?
Why didn't we try?
Why didn't we do anything?
Why didn't we see the change?
Why didn't we linger a little longer?
That simple song
mutilates my peace,
tears my resolve,
tramples my heart,
clouds my mind,
destroys my life.
I hate you sometimes.
I love you more times.
But I still hate you.
For the love you gave
and stole so thoughtlessly.
But mostly,
I hate that you made a song
meant so much to me.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
That song comes on
that one we danced to
and I can't stand it.
It makes my eyes water.
It makes my heart clench.
It makes my stomach sick.
And it plays on and on and on
even after I change the station.
It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
It leaves a sourness in my gut.
It leaves a sorrow in my heart.
Why didn't we work?
Why didn't we try?
Why didn't we do anything?
Why didn't we see the change?
Why didn't we linger a little longer?
That simple song
mutilates my peace,
tears my resolve,
tramples my heart,
clouds my mind,
destroys my life.
I hate you sometimes.
I love you more times.
But I still hate you.
For the love you gave
and stole so thoughtlessly.
But mostly,
I hate that you made a song
meant so much to me.