I wont say the words again.
Even if I mean to.
I think Id rather leave both our hands
Holding mixed opinions,
Withholding lungs, and unanswered questions.
Its not a lack of cause that
Calls for a blank stare.
You use your tongue for all but talking;
I wont say a thing of it.
I cant get over this, so Ill get over you.
Division sits between us.
Ive made the decision for you.
Im not afraid to say youre not
The best thing to come my way.
You were just the favorite.
Youre delicate,
And desolate.
And Ive grown weary.
Lets let the bitter taste linger
A little longer now.
Give a year and see if theres change.
Ill let the bitter linger.