Texty: Lush. Spooky. Untogether.

It's not easy
but try to picture this: do
you remember
that we were once together?
isn't it strange
isn't it?
I'm sorry it's come to this but
why are we here,
bothering?
what was it we talked about? so

just remind me
of why I'm wasting so much
time pretending
that there is something more than
only this
only
this pointless accusation
tell me again,
why are we here?

I'm not offended by the
things that you say
'cause it's such a predictable
way to behave
talk and insult me 'til you're
blue in the face
you were right, I was wrong, now does
that make you happy?
I'm quite aware of all the
bad things I did
you don't have to remind me of
why you dislike me
there's no solution to the
mess that we're in,
it's so sad and so boring
I wish you'd just leave me alone

but I understand the games you play
I'm ashamed of all the things I did to you