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I try so hard to remember why,

i let her leave and gave up without a try,

then she texts me and says the same,

i have no time for silly waiting games,

i tried so hard to drown my pain and fear,

but her smile yelled whenever i grabbed a beer,

i never wanted much, it's true,

which is why it's so hard to admit i want you,

"why did you just give up" she writes me,

if only she knew how much it's just not like me,

if only she knew since Stacey i never trusted,

then right when i did i was busted,

everything i finally admitted and got off my chest,

is supposed to make me happy like the rest,

it only increases memories and desire,

which then increases my regret that i retired.