I know I fucked up, but what can I do?
I never got used to loving you.
Watching options walk the street
Even with you, I was incomplete.

Now in empty rooms, I sit and dream
Of what we were and could have been.
“It is not fair,” I hear you scream,
“to tear me up at every seam,

To live your life like I’ll return
and stay so cool while there I burn.
I want to hate, I want to hurt,
I want to rip your life apart,

Just so I can be free of you.
Closure’s not the term I’d use.”
Simple words can’t make amends
for strangers now who once were friends.

Board up your heart is my advice
’cause I’ll come calling once or twice,
begging you to soothe my guilt
and sop up all the blood I’ve spilt.