escape

Every night I talk to you, I regret it in the morning.
It's not that the conversation's boring,
It's just that I like you better when you're not imploring
That we should never speak again.

I hate you, when you
"Just make do
With the present then move past it."
You must think I'm bendable like plastic.
Your love was always magic, and now I'm all alone upon this mattress.

I hate crying myself to sleep at night;
And when I wake up
You're another bad dream
Woven in the seams
I'm trying to make your sweet words sound mean
So I have something to blame.
Someone to cause the pain
Instead of me bringing it upon myself.

Please take back your words, sir.
Come home and ride the waves, surf.
Take a photo for your Instagram and then come and lie here, sir.

But now I'm done
And you're gone
And this isn't a pretty song
I never wanted to write a rap this long
About how you took too long
To make up that dark mind of yours, sir.
Back and forth gets dizzy, blur.
And now you'll kiss another "her,"
And I'll be here alone
For the fourth time
In two months.

Thank you
For setting me free.
Now please let me be.
Peace.

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