“It’s not you…
It’s me...
You broke me,
you built me up and tore me down...
Those antique nights you chose to hoist
me onto your shoulders, stepping on...
How could you?
How could you possibly leave me...
Wrong, I was so wrong
yet how could I suppose to know...
My driveway hasn't held a mailbox
in years, I think some construction...
I get angry,
I get angry because...
I remember that time
I had an ex...
If I don't look back,
I can't watch myself painfully ignoring the plans...
In summer time it came so easy
But now we're standing in the rain...
As I lie here tonight
A blank stare on my face...
The lies you told, unfolded
like dirty linen. The fairytale...