if you think i’m trying to torture you with the loneliest feeling, you know you’re wrong. but i won’t argue if you think you’re right. why would i do that anyway?
if you think i’m running out on you, for sure you know you’re wrong. though yes, i admit, it’s comfy down here with the afternoon rain and yellowish light when it’s come for me to put the baby to sleep though you’re not around. but still, i’m coming home to you. you know that crystal-clearly.
i’m sorry that i make you wait and suffer. but what matters isn’t us anymore. we both know that. so i shrug it off when YOU or I come into the term. it’s HER that we highlight.
be stronger. you’ve got to be.