These past few days when I soak in silence
my brain has been circling back to you for no reason.
And I hate it.
So freaking much because it feels like so much wasted.
We went about things wrong so many times,
that I don't even know where to begin to unravel it all.
But it seems like it wouldn't have mattered which way
But it seems like it wouldn't have mattered which way
because this is us now.
I made you into some sort of crutch more than I realised,
which kept me holding on for all the times I should have just cut you loose.
At least I think that would have ended better than now.
This in between and you pulling the same shit you always do.
At least I think that would have ended better than now.
This in between and you pulling the same shit you always do.
But I guess what annoys me more than our constant
back and forth is the fact that I'm as familiar with you as I am
with that islander who would busk jazz at central.
A few months ago I was going to be honest and upfront
about this to you but I held myself back thinking it would be another bout of drama
that I didn't need. Though we only ever get real when we have
those kinda chats so I guess anything beats the tedious small talks we somehow
managed to get ourselves started on.
At this point in time though it seems like whatever the conclusion may be doesn't matter anymore.
I just want to stop caring
I just want to stop caring