I could wish you harm, I could hope you suffer hard

But all that that would bring you is pity

From other people’s words, that you don’t really deserve

So I’d rather make you live with it like me

Soul crushing disappointment and decay?

Broken hearted self-abuse?

No reason to dismay

“You know this was bound to happen either way”

(And it would be so easy to let all this define me)

Spent a bit of time trying to read between the lines

Trying to figure out the awful fucking scene

But there’s nothing really left, there’s no reason to reflect

On the outcome cause it’s just too hard to see - A future not consumed by apathy

When a song won’t make it better

But you sing it every day

You learn the only closure is the closure that you take

Excess investigation of my weakness and my flaws

Without a single introspection into what you did, or yours - This is a war

And it would be so easy to let all this define me

Internalise identities that you created just for me

Wasted all this time together

Fuck it, I’ll stay dead forever

Am I losing all my sense or is this a consequence?

You fucking bet