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Woof.
Sick of spending every lonely night
Wondering why I never understood that you couldn’t handle what I had to offer
You don’t understand, seems you never will
No matter what I say – you don’t HEAR me
Would it have killed you to try?
It doesn’t have to be this way
…or does it?
Yes. You made it.
Why must I hit myself in the head with a hammer?
Because it feels so good to stop.
It. Ends. Here.
With the brokenness, the loneliness.
John Mayer speaks to my soul as you try your damnedest to break it
But I cannot be broken
You can’t hurt me anymore
I try so hard to be everything to someone who needs nothing from me
So this is where I walk away with what’s left of my pride
I don’t need you or your town to be happy
Not anymore, anyway.
It’s not about being IN love
Or even falling out of it
Sick of pouring myself into a glass that’s too small
I can’t watch the best of myself overflow onto the counter,
Wasted
Spilling me, killing me,
Stabbing me softly, slowly
“A little more salt?” you ask with that conniving smile
Keep your music, your cars
Your big dumb VTec engine that is clearly less-evolved than the VVT
Keep your glances, your eyes, your hypocritical advances
I don’t need any of it.
Because I. Don’t. Need. You.
Save your song for someone else
A girl foolish enough to believe in you
That she may matter more than the last
I pity her…
A high unlike any other
I’ve never fallen so hard
Even water can feel like concrete.
