If this slow process leads to goodbye,
how much ore could i have tried?
don't reply, i won't ask to save my pride,
i'll just slowly sulk off to the side,
wait i lied, i'm out the front door,
leave the bar far behind the city shore,
even if this is goodbye, you're not a whore,
or a bore, you were once so much more,
as much as i ignore the memories they're still there,
at night when i sleep, it's darkness, it's everywhere,
how much more care do i need to spare?
it doesn't grow on rejection, it's not everywhere,
white wall stare until i fare much better,
wind blowing snow in i mentally make a sweater,
still wondering why i ever let her,
leave me and find someone better.